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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