OLD
letters to an old poet
we say it now without
worrying so i ask
who really do you re
turn to in your reading
who are you keeping
alive how often do you
re-read your own poetry
words in a line have
their moment as now
you can walk unimpeded
into clear winter woods
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TWO
look closely your two feet
are not the same nor is
your mind identical to itself
old poets we age into in
visibility & seeming ir
relevance just as we be
come uninhibited enough to
say what we know & don’t
know i should call john
who lives not far from gettysburg
to tell him his poetry
is still very much alive with me
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NOT
one time does not
get in the way of
another all time
present now
though my mind
likes a line &
the succession of
one thing after
another say what you
will no way to
know time when time
is what you are
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WROTE
back then we wrote
letters long ones &
sent them air mail
& checked to see what
the postman delivered we
made & kept a record
because there was no other
way now like a bird’s
path in the sky what you say
what i say like us it
all disappears
were we ever really here
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