NOLO SEGUNDO Poems

As a child I thought of eternity as endless,
days and months and years and centuries,
then millennia and billions and trillions
of boring, boring years-- what would I do
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reluctant leaves fall
from the old tree showering
an old man walking
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There's something to be said
for poets who are dead,
because...
for a poets who are dead
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Can a denier believe?
Can a man of God doubt?
Can a prisoner leave?
Can a king do without?
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