I’d drink in the sky!—heartless yearning –

I'd drink in the sky!—heartless yearning -
a bellyache in the tumult
for when I'm standing and assuming
among the greeny lush entanglings
the bridging trees and bushes cascading
(to one house or other maybe yours)
dive and crash to your terrace,

but very calm and still
then the crawling vines— up to your window,
and I wonder what you think.

Started while residing on Columbus Ave. in Syracuse, NY; 1993 or 1994, aged 25 or 26.