shift

Shelley Berman
did not want
his plane to land
an hour early
against the side of a mountain.
(audience giggles here)
I remember
the sense of escape
like a near miss
when he delivered that line.

The holiday trip interrupted
by the unexpected fame
of an unexpected flameout.

Live, on Network Television
we watched a civilization
collapse into rising astonishing clouds.

Just as we watched
the Berlin Wall fall
to pickaxes
and sled hammers
and joy.

Just as we watched Hussein’s
metal head roll off
his toppled metal carcass.

Just as we watched Mussolini
and his woman dragged
dead through the streets of Rome.

We could just go on and on:
everybody’s tragedy is
somebody’s dream come true.

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drilling

so many lonely
stardrenched nights
he leaned on the
rumbling deisel,

driving the drill rods
down against the bit head
biting the drill hole
deep beneath the overburden,

feeling the story
of the sinking progress
whether it was grinding
whether it was cutting —

carving out the drill core,
one long cylinder:
oh so very lonely
in the silent forest.

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roots

on this earthwarm day in May
today, we planted periwinkle
which will take root and spread
and clad the rooty loam in green
leaves and blue florets, I think.

and one of these small plants
we dug in not too deep for
this was over sweet Calypso’s grave
and hence when green and blue
climb slowly there, we’ll think
of her quick golden heart
and stand apart and see her
looking through the leaves and smile.

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