plum lines (early poem, ca. 1970)

A SUCCESSFUL EGG HUNT

 
keep reminding me
that the weather needs no weathermen
and cats have no masters:  they
don't need wisdom either.
tell me again:
the inside of a plum is warm-blooded
and constantly melting.

 
I have received your messages of love -
as they leave your lips
they dissolve my skies.