A Poem

Ok, kids.

I have things to do.

I also have things to say, but I need time for them to gel inside my mind. If you're thinking I had every day since Thursday to gel, remember that school started this week, and please cut me some slack.

To tide you over, I leave you this poem, which I studied back at IU.

Cornelius Eady:

THE DANCE

When the world ends,
I will be in a red dress.
When the world ends,
I will be in a smoky bar
.....on Friday night.
When the world ends,
I will be a thought-cloud.
When the world ends,
I will be steam in a tea kettle.
When the world ends,
I will be a sunbeam through
.....a lead window,
And I will shake like the
.....semis on the interstate,
And I will shake like the tree
.....kissed by lightning,
And I will move; the earth will move
.....too,
And I will move; the cities will move
.....too,
And I will move, with the remains of
.....my last paycheck in my pocket.
It will be Friday night
And I will be in a red dress,
My feet relieved of duty,
My body in free-fall,
Loose as a ballerina
.....in zero gravity,
Equal at last with feathers
.....and dust,
As the world faints and tumbles
.....down the stairs,
The jukebox is overtaken at last,
And the cicadas, under the eaves,
.....warm up their legs.

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