afterword

there’s no future in writing poems

about writing poems.

 

the critics of the next age

will know you crapped out

 

with nothing better

to say.

 

This poem,

for example, is nothing

 

apart from what it says

& what it does

 

to you – to see me

go – as the

 

garden blooms –

it’s hard to know in

 

spring all that

is – shall pass.

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