The Right Column


Powerlines in New England

   


Finally Springtime!
  But there has been a dusting
of snow this morning.












It's not a cheet
to talk to the street
in the way that you greet
to be seen as complete.
 

Epics of the waterfront
  between the bar and the car


  A brick wall
    three stories tall
   no windows in it.
  It faces a blank street
   where the light poles stand dark
  without lamps on them.

   There are oak leaves
             blowing in a whirlwind
    but no oak trees 
         nearby or within
        this part of the city
       with seascapes so pretty
          in the daylight.
  But it's a full moon tonight
     with no sight of the moon
   the sky is so thick with fog
   and the smell of the sea
      waxing high
    like the man who 
        teeters along the shore
      walked out from the bar
                    in the gale
    to search for alms in the rain
      to return to the pack-ee in vain
   with no quarters or dollars at all
      and worrying about that strange call
     and a dark-cloak with scepter, too tall
        The darkened down cross the peir mall
     the boardwalk all wet from the froth
      of giant tides arised to the skies
         of stinging sleet.

  "Don't you hear the weather?
     it was just on the TV.
    No I don't want you coming home with me!"

  So it was off to the heights above the shore
    where he had a place he knows he can sleep.
  He's too messed up and high to think straigt tonight
     that it might be messup to sleep in a public park at the height
        of both that seashore and the gale.
             
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