To every man
His treehouse,
A green splice in the humping years,
Spartan with narrow cot
And prickly door.

To every man
His twilight flash
Of luminous recall
      &nb sp;     of tiptoe years
      &nbs p;     in leaf-stung flight;
      &n bsp;     of days of squirm and bite
      &nbsp ;     that waved antennas through the grass;
      &nb sp;     of nights
      &nb sp;     when every moving thing
      &nbs p;     was girlshaped,
     &nbs p;      expectantly turning.

To every man
His house below
And his house above—
With perilous stairs
Between.