Poems

Seeing is believing.
Whatever was thought or said,

these persistent, inexorable deaths
...

I have come far enough
from where I was not before
to have seen the things
looking in at me from through the open door
...

America, you ode for reality!
Give back the people you took.

Let the sun shine again
...

All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quite, persistent rain.
...

As I sd to my
friend, because I am
always talking,--John, I
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for Mark Peters

Not just nothing,
Not there's no answer,
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I approach with such
a careful tremor, always
I feel the finally foolish
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You send me your poems,
I'll send you mine.

Things tend to awaken
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The words are a beautiful music.
The words bounce like in water.

Water music,
...

Whereas the man who hits
the gong dis-
proves it, in all its
simplicity --
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