- Non-Erotic Poetry
- At Forty
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Stand with me in the flume
Dry now
The Big Ditch
Looking upward across the street
To home
Pressed into this cement pointing
Are pebbles
Spelling my friends'
and siblings'
childhood names
in crooked block letters
When it storms
These pipes
double-barrell
vomit
clay and pine needles
and shattered glass
I say to myself
out loud in 1973
". . .no way can I imagine
ever being forty. . ."
At forty
I answer
". . .no way do you want to know
All it will take to
get you here"
