At the break of dawn, we soaked our wobbling ankles
We called ourself a poet onceBut now those days undoneBehind before chance glance eye-lancedThe world’s already…
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Newark, Elizabeth, New Brunswick,Linden, Perth Amboy,I listened to the old names…
Over the river and through the wood,that’s as far as it ever goes.The cold north wind wildly blows.On decaying wet…
Silence smothered the dawning day
Well …
