The Left Column


from poem page 159
Politics for Poets
The Susquahanna River, Pennsylvania from
last fall.


     
  The single eternities
  of the many worlds of us
  floating around in these 
              confusing moral plays.

  Don't pretend to be well.
   Don't pretend to be sick.
  I keep on correcting myself.

 Somethings are only true for 
           the moment not like you.
  Your eternity is the only 
             one thatt you need.

  Cork screw darkstars
    lensing that galactic light
  a light-house is this galaxy 
    the gamma stream from far away 
  every so many thousand or so years.

  There are children off in the 
                fields tonight
                    chasing fireflies.
   Moms all gone to bed early.


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