Today on my way someplace else
I drive through New Ashford
Meagerness scribbled in the margins of the Berkshires
Pick-ups sprawled on yellowed yards
It’s June but roadside signs ‘Think Snow’
Who lives here anyway?

Then I think of you those years ago
No name comes to mind just the way
you strode across the pages of that class,
Pre-Raphaelite beauty in L. L. Bean
Talking Gerard Manley Hopkins,
I so wanted to be you

Now I wonder do you live here still
Perhaps a poet, academic
Dwelling in the freshness of these aspens
A spirit-soaring muse who crowns each day
With thought, wisdom, with your gifts
The way you always were, even then, complete