LG  1967–2013

when I brought you into my country
everywhere I had gone became
the town or river of a child and
you renamed it to your own music

and you were singing even though I
had broken into the refrain and
would do so again on leaving the
one mild country of your tune and words

I could hear the music of the child
you used to be when we talked in June
and knew nothing would interrupt it
in your time or out not even this

– Rodney Nelson