|A Thousand Ways of Loveliness|
All night I tossed and thought of you
In your thousand ways of loveliness:
You in your sky-blue bathing suit,
You, enchanted by the Saguaros
And taking photos everywhere;
You, making those little squeals
So pleasing always to the male;
You, a child again, gay-swinging
On a swing with carefree grace;
You, bestirred by people's faces
Catching in your camera
Children, Indians, and Chicanos.
These remain blest memories
Of our happy years of love.
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