Today is Sunday and I'm going to the ocean
or maybe not. Definitely not doing the laundry
or maybe I will. Moss and even a small tree
grow in the rotten stubs of the pier pilings.
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Late in life I struggle against my insignificance
When I should enjoy the freedom from performance
before an audience.
Applause is happiness but if they withhold applause,
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Rereading the poems of others
and my own. Community across
time and graves. What's left
exceeds in significance
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Suppose there is no life in space, just us. And we inhabit
Mars,
air condition Venus. Hold family barbecues, national
holidays
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Spring peepers
stop peeping. A satellite
crosses sky. One peeper keeps peeping
in time to the satellite blinking, an eye.
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Having not done the things I wanted to do
and the things I've done not being what I wanted to do
I sit here looking at lichen on the north side of trees.
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At peace perhaps too much
a fine Spring rain
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As air and leaf litter are substrate for the bird.
And what makes a human. Separation from the
substrate.
Believing the substrate and the subject are separately
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Sun and traffic - day economy.
Six a.m. drive to plywood mill. Too tired
to be angry. Each day a step
toward death. What is being accomplished? The
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The teacher dies having made her small contribution
to the colonization of other planets by motivating
a boy who would otherwise be a coal miner to become
a rocket engineer.
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