MICHELMAS
(Candy Factory)
This Michelmas has a factor in my being.
Heralding change, the mad doctor brings
his curtain down. The sledgehammer eyes
of the weaver are doing their little job to
assess and size up the totality of limits:
those lights set twinkling in the harbor,
the two men obscurely, and yet somehow
mysteriously too, lighting each other's
cigarettes in a darkened wharfside alley.
A heartfelt Hart Crane manuever
if ever one there was.
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