JACK SPICER'S DAY
(1925- 1965)

Words appeared to be
in city doorways
entitled to the depths
of our generation
shadowed in a tongue
sticky with sentences
pawned off
to an apprenticed Muse
first worked out
in the Boston Public library's
rare books section
and created from meditation
an understanding awe
in San Francisco's renaissance
your images rouse to choose
our still life 's longing chance
for a landscape between us.