Ann Arbor Review
INSIDE THIS ISSUE:
DRIVING HOME IN NOVEMBER
I saw in the rear window
ahead--a "V" formation of
a flock of geese:
an autumn passage usually
heard and then observed.
Staring at the sky revealed
no passage of wings--just
lingering wonder if the
reflection was real.
WE READ THE ODYSSEY
as ancient myth no remembering
the Mediterranean that has dried
up over and over, was once roamed
WHEN SLEEP DOESN'T COME
it's worse when the fault's yours--eating too late,
too much, too little, leaving a warm
cocoon to pace between hall walls.
Up and down, up and down, turning smartly
like a soldier under a 60 watt light globe
held by screws.
Up and down, up and down. There are no clocks
on the hall walls; turn smartly--whistle.
There are no windows to hint the coming of
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