I WIND MY FINGERS ROUND YOUR WRIST -- Edward Foster

The poppies on the Asian shore begin to bloom,
but my heart's bitter. I'm not allowed to say
which things I'd wish. Who's young beside this
Turkish shore? Who'd say it more?
Why can't I say wherever I would be?

Skip money (he had said); I want to be with you.
(Change verse to issues: happenstance
and cognitive concerns. Tell me true:
who's leaving me to be with you?)