For Mark Strand
Poem
We all imagine
He must have fucked
Like a Wildman.
Or was it the face?
Part Redford part Newman.
Everyone said so.
Or perhaps the attitude,
Taller than his tall frame
His presence crowded any room.
But most likely
It was the words.
Mute on the page
Alive in the throat
Lethal in the air
And sometimes
Better than the
Fuck of a Wildman.

