Seeing Dr. H, Teacher of Villanelles, 10 Years Later

She heaves her breasts
and ships are swallowed—
Far from class she sits before blue iris here.
May I keep her? Is that allowed?

On the ocean all the waves are borrowed.
She pours a drink,
the sky is clear.
She heaves her breasts
and ships are swallowed.

She teaches me silent as she taught aloud.
Great indigo energies roll over her sphere.

She nurses her sick eyes, aspirined and aloed.
She is lonely as a pier.
She laughs too deep
and ships

Drink her high spirits
From the furiously oncoming cloud.
O count your good days with your good ear,
don’t

Let this universal hue interfere
With your being here tomorrow

Nor this bell tolling on infinite latitude.