“Variations on Saturday”
by Frank O’Hara
2
Up at the gate we waited too
and the tree with its root
in the river
we climbed up
the steep side to the waterfall
feeling kissy in the cold
forest
when I pull you away
from the tree to me
it’s not
just to get up the cliff
and rejoin the others that’s
a sailor’s grasp fingernails
your lips are so different
from your palms
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