The unbearable intensity of being.
The bearable intensity of being.
*
The Robin up on the high-wire:
Hawthorne berry in the beak.
Break. Swallow.
The little quiver. Her large breast.
*
Season again. 21st & Sanchez.
Top of the mountain.
A monitor falls on the street.
Fire in the glass. Tablets appear.
Thou Shall Steal. Thou Shall Kill.
Thou Shall Occupy. Torture. Etc.
The monitor goes dark. Very dark.
I look up into the older trees. Oak & Spruce.
The limbs are so quiet. Arms of a father.
I remember my father. Out on the Bay,
One hand steady on the blond, varnished tiller.
The full blown jib. The mainsail. I remember his face.
So content. A world led by elements. Water. Wind.
Suddenly I am homesick. Really homesick.
The monitor comes back on: Black pointed flames. Faces:
Cheney. Bush. Rumsfeld. Rice. Dark. Dark are the days.
Stephen Vincent
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