there's a chance i could be done with this
have run two fists too early into the nighttime wind
when the mailbox blows cold i wonder when and why
but the circumstances are beyond stamping, lamping
dark and parked like a school bus ferris wheel
around and around the lot like you've got to be kidding
everyone is and everyone isn't
twins to the sky and the ground
hounding the beach like dogs and wild haystacks on parade
wait until your shoes find out where you've been!
push harder into the sidewalk talking right to the core
how much more do you need to do do i need to get through
i am pushing and pushing but i'm not sure who's there
where am i running this race beyond
like a mirror clearer than the original copy
hopping on paradox and clocking citrus speeds in the wind
a sunrise in scurvy like a hurry-up weather vane
too shallow for a hummingbird or a bid unbidden
the mittens on my ears would make a small roethke dizzy
but i hang on and hand down pick up turn around
like the next best bet the great debate the state of illusion
i am the answer and i am the asker
i am waiting for ferlinghetti and i am hoping for rain
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