IMPROVISATION #60
THOM GUNN'S MEMORY
(1929-2004)

It is showering
in San Francisco
that tongues still
whisper your name
by clothes washed
in laundries
of dry run linen
as a sad Achilles
from hot blankets
has rinsed out the past
even the guy
visiting from Bath
who slips out
from the labyrinths
of Thom Gunn's memory
who told us
as a lost Ulysses
we can control
our dreams
for we are all exiles
without an address
it seems.