Valentine.(New poems)(Poem)

 
Valentine 
 
for Doug Knight, 1921-2005, on belatedly hearing of your death and 
burial 
 
   Cut out my heart for me 
   Who cannot see to aim the scissor. 
   The one who'd send you love must send it farther, 
   For where you're now, stepfather, every letter's scattered. 
   So let the hand of night fold down this sheet and trim it, neatly, 
   To shape a grounded tear; then spread it flat for cool or fond 
   inscription. 
   The form and color will not ...