oh Ruth untie the boat    these kisses at your throat   ask is Ruth in there    safe grade school winter warm    glue smell and tracing hands    make leaves and more leaves    there is an infinite of burns    finding David in the ferns    my stars it's juarez Mexico    seamless in Spanish pants    just three years later    from underneath the sand    with roots and bugs in hand    she chews and listens    happens heck as into hell    and a sex that calls to Christ to help    It's an animal it's a god   she moves through the well dressed dancing couples    alone but not bothered by it   and totally involved with her fruit   no one asks her to dance even though it's supposed to be her party   and the boysies find her total and slowish    spinning past as the firsting finish last by done    1:30 and I'm hungry of noon and a luncheon of ruthie    1:50 as I'm dreaming a June and a garden of bursting    It's 1950 over again where is my fresh diner daisy?