Page 210
By Jack Joseph Smith
Attempt
Seeing this
She belonged in another place
In time and grace
Beyond would be better
Bone good looking
And older at a back door
theatre alley
And there at a Canyon kitchen
Flowered by the ingrown stubs
of Eucalyptus
She was younger than a star
Before the gleam of the Boulevard
Same cheeks were slanted up as a song
And I wanted her before the first time
Each way I saw her I wanted her twice