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the poem "is"
the poem is
an old man sitting alone
in the galley, washing
himself with a blank
bar of soap. It smells of clovers
and
lilacs.
he is tired
tired of everything
man-made, reality shows cell
phones
Coca-Cola BMWs.
the poem wishes he were
someone else,
maybe someone who is not
so enthralled
by
beauty.
-published previously in "Seeker's Nest," 2003
an old man sitting alone
in the galley, washing
himself with a blank
bar of soap. It smells of clovers
and
lilacs.
he is tired
tired of everything
man-made, reality shows cell
phones
Coca-Cola BMWs.
the poem wishes he were
someone else,
maybe someone who is not
so enthralled
by
beauty.
-published previously in "Seeker's Nest," 2003
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the poem `is`
the poem `is`
