TOM

You let me ride
on your opera Bernini
road bike
all the way to Frisco
not missing a note
of La Scala arias
like "Norma"
you also loved
"The Ecstasy of St. Teresa"
as if you were built
by sculpture
in the Kultur of the Sixties
with no undies to wash
in the Missouri
only denim you took
to the guru of the Ganges
now you are free
offing the surfer
who lost his sunglasses
in the Pacific
by wrestling muscularity
after a Denver visit
though you find it hard
to breathe out your poetry
with a foot loose Rockies high
note in your saxophone case
now drawing in paper mache
to a Beat poet's portrait
of bathing on waters
in bubbles of fascimile words
by an appearance with Hocking.