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The Cape

               The Cape Consider what the cape desires.  It wants to see The clouds of birds that used to fly above It in their immemorial paths, sea And sea and sea beneath their search for love And nestlings.  Cape  Canaveral wants the white And white and white...

With Straight Gold Bars

    With Straight Gold Bars I sat beside my mother as the sale Was made, the purchase of The World Book Encyclopedia.   I loved the pale Cream, knobbled leatherette, the noble look Of deep maroon square placed on spine of each Restrained and heavy volume, glossy...

Deer-tongue

            Deer-tongue   The smell of deer-tongue came to me today From decades past.  I mean the fragrance of The dried out leaves, as dried out as the splay Of decades since my father taught us love, His sons, beneath the Florida sun, leaves That called up beauty...

Woodrow and Wilma Recalled in a Mystic Setting

Woodrow and Wilma Recalled in a Mystic Setting      “and scream among thy fellows” He walked at night inside a dream along The sands of Cape Canaveral, the shore  Woodrow is in the dungarees Beside his father’s boyhood.  A song Had touched it long ago, a song much...

Backside Gas in that Jar Called Yale

Backside Gas in that Jar Called Yale One Harold Bloom says modern verse began In 1890—or about then.  That Is what one venerating friend claims.  Can That be?  Only an academic prat Could be so arrogant and blinkered.  I Say modern verse began at least as far Back...

The Little Prince Who Grew

The Little Prince Who Grew   Like me he grew up slim and sturdy, blond As Greece or Florida in sun. He crawled And stood up.  Women around us were fond Of gold smiles, Philip and Phillip.  They mauled Us with their cuddling kisses.  We were fine, Right through it all,...