Mate in 77
by Ernest Williamson III

            love made the sun set
            she cornered conception 
            black hole understood 
            the end is the beginnning
            send me back the old man said
            take hold of my elusive skin
            lick the froth from the many wishes
            in my hairs of gray
            yet love made the sun set
            as the beginning is the end
            of only a sandy cry 
            from hollow and pithy
            ForgetMeNots