Not that it was beautiful,
but that, in the end, there was
a certain sense of order there;
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You, Doctor Martin, walk
from breakfast to madness. Late August,
I speed through the antiseptic tunnel
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Everything here is yellow and green.
Listen to its throat, its earthskin,
the bone dry voices of the peepers
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Big heart,
wide as a watermelon,
but wise as birth,
there is so much abundance
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So it has come to this
insomnia at 3:15 A.M.,
the clock tolling its engine
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They sit in a row
outside the kindergarten,
black, red, brown, all
with those brass buckles.
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It is snowing and death bugs me
as stubborn as insomnia.
The fierce bubbles of chalk,
the little white lesions
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My business is words. Words are like labels,
or coins, or better, like swarming bees.
I confess I am only broken by the sources of things;
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1. Old Man
Old man, it's four flights up and for what?
Your room is hardly bigger than your bed.
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