ALT NOTE TO SYLVIA ROBINSON FROM WHEN I SAW HER WALKING THROUGH THE PROJECTS IN 1966 What beauty is not anomalous And strange, what love is not In danger and fragile, what goodness Is not sometimey and sweet, what grand Joyousness not shy and seeming incomplete We are what we can be together never enough Though without each other we don't know our selves And would spend the rest of our days looking over our Shoulder at where we thought we saw ourselves Crossing another street.