This poem is taken from Stand 241, 22(1) March - May 2024.
Two Poems
Anacoluthon or Looking for the Lost
On my red dust Catskill road, stumbling along on Tin Man creaky knees,
I wonder of there really is more to death than a crooked sleep.
But I want to resist my thoughts. I still love this body the way I used to,
sunlight on it at full and low angles, all over. What it could do!
...
I wonder of there really is more to death than a crooked sleep.
But I want to resist my thoughts. I still love this body the way I used to,
sunlight on it at full and low angles, all over. What it could do!
...
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