As I look at this blade of grass, I notice that
Oh, the sky and winds change a face too little
for this blade of grass to stand up straight
or to bend-to kiss a brother, a sister
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I never knew the lonely
long dark hours before my father
brought light or warmth into the house
with matches bought from corner shops.
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I see too much steel
but now plastic
but now the next plastic
painted to look like plastic
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I dared to ask a clock a question but
it didn't answer like the Kennedies with
rumbling rockets for lonely moons or handshakes
for Soviets that stand cold and fur-clad shivering
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The sky is congested
with the light of the myriad
stars crowding into the pinpricks
of pupils-nothings within nothings.
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What is nature
but a buck's head
mounted on a wall
or a lonely grizzly bear
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Streetlights, cigarette smoke
rudderless cars leak bland pavement,
symptoms of a night flooded
with dull yellow light, flickering
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And I say if love shall turn to dust
and friends grow bored in lack of trust,
that we should away (most fleet of foot)
go towards the sunset-
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I am in love with the sky:
its rains can only build
life as it hugs the grateful earth.
(To give life, the greatest
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