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THE GOING

for rob k  & elise v two poets

Thomas Wolfe wrote, “You cant go home again”

now his words live in my bookshelf alone

Years ago somewhere between Honduras and Guatemala

hiking along a muddy river we met an English priest

surprised at first we shared bread and coconut milk

sat, feet in the river, speaking of home and life

we asked him if he missed England

he said, “Oh you never go back.”

When does time take a break

to drink coffee, update notes, punch her time-card

while marking up the calendar with quotes,

does forever ever climax?

loving to yell at the cosmos?

or does she prepare us in smooth marble

destined for time’s mausoleum

all checked up with name-tags, catalog numbers, directions

Frank O’Hara said, “Poetry should be between two persons

instead of two pages.”

as he and Kenneth Koch turned New York into a game

of images, booze, modernism, playful quips, jelly-beans

dancing in the waters of kooky-ness for a season

but now they both sleep, dreaming always…

SOMETHING I LOVE

cold, cold wind

ocean wind

distilled throughout my body

seconds uncounted

like these waves, clouds, stars

silence in my pockets

in my shoes

distanced before the moon rises

here with no other

searching in underwater darkness

salt in the mist

letting go as I stand still

eyes closed

breathing it all in…