December 22,1973 Poem by David McLansky

Where Julia is, I do not know
Perhaps in the Catskill woods
Sitting in a wooden house
Staring at the snow

Darkness in her anxious mind
Darkness in the woods
Oh she would leave her past behind
And leaves me standing where I stood

I move no fiber in her heart
I am no vision that she might see
I stand unknown, outside, apart
As she stares absorbed in misery

Oh it's plain she runs not from me
She runs away to be apart
Apart from what I cannot tell
For she won't tell me her heart