Analysis of Sonnet for Cheri

Hands chafed and red, wet toes, cold and blue
A week of rest and lukewarm song and strange
Food for mid-western boys, looking for true
And narrow paths and finding open range
In which confusion pours forth without end
And tide waters drowning like big pebbles
Turning into sand, so life's paths must bend
From narrow roads, their pits and struggles,
To floods of salt water from tears, oceans
Alike and back to narrow roads that change
From floods to become strained less, more beacons
On roads to others from the flood's exchange;
Nights of silence, and a trip west diffuse
Gave meaning for your "love not offered for use."