ii.
because they're light and dark
and inconsequential
and it's the right version
but not today
dan at the end of the world
and alison too
she's just baggy
and the way she feels
what a lot of rebar
it's nice at the
end of the world
pink keds
white dog
small face
look back at the pale day moon
what a lot of rebar
land of concrete chunks
land of the end of the world
flit
one woman scurrying
into the scree
scramble over scrabble
what black thing flew
across the path
I like it here
at the end of the world
Just enjoy this for tonight, if you can. It was written many months ago. The end of the world here is, of course, the wonderful Albany Bulb.
Tonight I am tired and discouraged and I'm thinking about people who aren't here.
i think of the bulb as some homeless peoples' house and am always walking stealthily through the paths, as if I'm at a museum or Picasso's last residence. thanks for reminding me about it, I sometimes windsurf right up to it from pt. isabel and do hero gybes...
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