I dreamed I called you on the telephone br to say: Be kinder to yourself br but you were sick and would not answer br br The waste of my love goes on this way br trying to save you from yourself br br I have always wondered about the left-over br energy, the way water goes rushing down a hill br long after the rains have stopped br br or the fire you want to go to bed from br but cannot leave, burning-down but not burnt-down br the red coals more extreme, more curious br in their flashing and dying br than you wish they were br sitting long after midnightbr br Adrienne Richbr br