Brendon
Long ago in 1965 we sat in a café
In Ann Arbor
On the University of Michigan campus

While it snowed buckets
Outside we talked about Russian Literature
And laughed
I was mesmerized by the dark wonders

In your eyes
Others were noticeably distracted
By this white and black couple
When we left

Your mentioned your essay on the Decembrist Uprising
While I not listening thanked God
That you were beautiful and wore sheer nylons
Despite the cold