I hear wonderful echoes of Whitman here. You are working in a sound American
poetical tradition here I feel.
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James
James, thanks.
The revision.
Gary
I hear hungry ghosts
I see a woman pee in a parking lot
an Indian with a wolf's head circles the bus stop
soccer players tap a ball on a deserted playground
young men prowl between stop sign and stop sign
young girls hide their skin from heat and disappointment
cedar shelters cardboard boxes and khaki shopping bags
the elm
the pigeons
are quiet
when a leaf brushes my head
it tells me nothing
even what I know unheard
among the wails of Pike and Pine
I hurry home
to holly and blackberries
crows and chickadees
as fast as stoplights
water
and amber roads
allow me
the maples
the starlings
are quiet
even what I know muffled
behind plastic walls
and spider webs
wet with morning dew
Sept Suzanne and new Centrum at: http://gardawg.homestead.com/gardawg.html
*New* Wild/Eliot Hyperpoem at: http://wildhyper.homestead.com/front.html
Poets for Peace. ˇPoemas sí, balas no!
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