Things were not so old, once.
'Ivy' meant the ivy
on my parents' front porch—
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I waited for each
protracted day to stretch by
before leaving on my trip,
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Behind the counter, everything seems like a movie
as the gracious, smiling cashier takes my order.
The cooks are busy. I see only their backs.
Scraping and frying sounds rise from the grill,
...
In quest of the Rose,
the hero ambles.
Brashly he goes,
entangled by brambles
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Haven't walked here in a year—last time
it was all dug into World War I-like trenches,
pipes beside each, waiting to be installed.
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This moment on the road
St. Louis to Chicago
on a sunny day,
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The hawk glides
above the massive hill,
alone but not lonely,
small shepherd of the great sky,
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A person should be able to make
SOME profound statement
After flying across the continent
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Prospero waves his wand:
the words asleep in the dictionary
arise, flapping black wings.
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Maybe I learned about the Holacaust
from grandpa, when he made me
cross out Hitler's picture
on the German stamps in my album.
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