ALT BERNADETTE MAYER America As for me, when I saw you You were in a tale Thinking perhaps love is coming too In America Or perhaps as what is belated in this tale May come true, The scene is simply describing its use. You had no hope But the length of days, as in the sky, About which I already knew. This gentle information Comes as a prescription. To notice a friend Who is lettering a cloud Which otherwise falls indifferently Is no mark of distinction. This is the difference Between the past and dreams, To dismiss an effigy Which appears to be singing.