"A single noisy motorscooter driving through Paris in the middle of the night can wake up as many as 200,000 people."
is only the private worth poetry now
only nature imagination word play
who will say it is weapons and war
bankrupting us read the numbers
instead we are subtle doing forms
remembering innocence our harms
our own mothers dying or not our
sensibilities preciously meted out
not to deny my delight in aesthetic
strategies how to go deeper feelings
exquisitely limned delightful humor
my own pleasure is not enough
this is writing it should bite Whitman
wants us to do more having words
cry out truths with consequence be
real we are desperately needed
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