3525. ADAM

ADAM

The beauty that is all gone is

leaving us traces of where it's been.

The laughter comes off the tongue

fittingly  -  expert choreography

such as this is never forgotten.

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The man in his Washington house

is talking his 30 years there and all

its doors. I can get no meaning at

all from the words he speaks. He

evidently owns his own domicile

and feels everyone else should know.

His history is of wandering, his lineage

is tribal batter. Under a Springtime

moon, he waits to rise again.

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I have no plans to stay here,

though I would if it was by plan

allowed. I like the plains and meadows.

I like the seas and clouds. The beauty

that is all gone has left us traces of

where it has been, yet we cannot

live in Eden anymore.