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“A Pilot’s Flame”

“A Pilot’s Flame”

A pilot’s flame and ambergris, fire and smoke, these privy orizons
As dews appear upon the sight of buds along an early summer’s talk
In the blind behind the backfields; still there is the chill,
a brief Nebraska morning’s walk
Through the shadows’ tides’ abiding shallows
in the breath of dawn; the garden
Path because we share so little
of the masters’ growth in blossoms’ bargains’
Fruits within us both and spare none, no idle chatter,
indeed a pittance of a fee for angels; pillars, cornstalks,
Arm in arm—so much can lead the way to joy within a cosmic room—locked
To one to yet another and another in the repetitious staid negotiation
of noxious clouds and dark but sterile clods, the feeble vain
Attempt to mask indignity in stride until desire’s destination’s
Reached—we know by stealth to find a symmetry in solutions,
Solace in respite from the others at the solstice
of that brief but potent spot.
A proper pole to pierce the continent,
a place we’ve never seen and always sought;
I need nothing more to see your face, to read your book
to savour proctors for procrastination
For the sake of pleasures found in greater prisms
for a lighter thought than pure imagination.

 

 

“I Will Remember Them”

…in remembrance of all the wonderful teachers years ago,…and they were truly gifted and wonderful…

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Grand Island Senior High School
Grand Island, Nebraska

“I Will Remember Them

I will remember them forever, hearts
Departed long ago and those who still
Remain to say, “Ah, yes! I was and still
define myself within such visions, starts
And fits at thinking, matching first the noun
And then the verb to form a thought complete
With license to ground a thesis, yes; to see antipathy,
Transformed to sweet antithesis and then be drowned
In newborn thought―a synthesis at least―
And from such dim antecedents to the crown
And beauty of beginnings bearing down
On me and all its implications, blasts,
And rushing images in streams of light and thought,
The genesis of questions and of all the truths I sought.

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