I like your hair the way it falls
the way it springs when you walk
around the town your flannel
waving then passing by
across the bricks of the square.
I had a terrible vision of you
married to me to Tatiana
she didn't appreciate your swagger
back then and now I question
the relationship thus this letter
telling you of my feelings downtown
in the middle of Eugene's windy
rainy rose trees and azaleas.
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