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Today is Sunday and I'm going to the ocean
or maybe not. Definitely not doing the laundry
or maybe I will. Moss and even a small tree
grow in the rotten stubs of the pier pilings.
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Late in life I struggle against my insignificance
When I should enjoy the freedom from performance
before an audience.
Applause is happiness but if they withhold applause,
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Rereading the poems of others
and my own. Community across
time and graves. What's left
exceeds in significance
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Suppose there is no life in space, just us. And we inhabit
Mars,
air condition Venus. Hold family barbecues, national
holidays
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Spring peepers
stop peeping. A satellite
crosses sky. One peeper keeps peeping
in time to the satellite blinking, an eye.
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