FOR JOANIE (V) .......Berkeley, 6 Jul 73

The heart is a lonely hunter

whose quarry is the soul

And the truth it seeks

Is a flash of sun on

The flanks of a newborn foal,

Or the flowers that yield

To a rising wind

On the summit of a haggard peak,

Or even the shell of

A renegade clam

Held tight in a seagull's beak.

All these and more,

For the quest goes on

That can never have an end

Till the eyes cease seeing,

The heart beats no more,

And the soul has ceased

To rend...