NONETHELESS
I demand this will be twelve twenty at the old ferry slip
across the Delaware right there where New Hope falls
into Lambertville or (perhaps) the other way around.
My first girlfriend came from there; her name was
Lucinda Cravien, and now she's an artist in Taos NM.
Never mind how all that occurred. It shouldn't occur
to me to tell. Springtime renews again and again -
all those flowers draped across Bowman's Mountain,
the little farm at the water's edge - gaggles of geese,
sheep, cows and pigs. Goats and dogs abound as much
as anything else. Plus (like the skimming arrow in
flight, like time, like light) the narrow gauge railway
just chugs along. It's only got one place to go, granted,
but it goes wherever it may (nonetheless).
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