I saw you on 34th Street
You were carrying white roses
You came toward me
You told me you had seen me before
Before this week of Venus passing over the sun
I know you, you said, yes
In a snowstorm you gave me $5 at 17th & Christopher
I wrote you a poem, you said
My name is Wolf Song, you said
Today I’m thinking about the sky
Wolf Song is thinking about the sky
He wrote me another poem on the constellation map
Of the New York Times
Venus will pass in front of the Sun this week
Six times recorded Next transit in 105 years
This is his poem:
Sky
Why
So much pain
Is the rain drops
Eyes
To
Your story Wolf Song is gone on 34th Street