3627. SURRENDER THESE ARMS

SURRENDER THESE ARMS

I fell through the timing, I fell through the

Earth : Grand Canyon respite for nothing.

I know that I could, if I would, find you.

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The long, black car glistened  -  a thirty year

old Cadillac of some uncertain persuasion.

It beckoned in the darkness, the light glinting

and stretching off the varied sheet metal,

making attractive silhouettes and reflections

about. I wondered about provenance, and

whether they do that with cars.

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At night, at best, when streets shine back, when

water reflects, when silvers turn white and the

moon loses yellow. We are all strangers on that

midnight shore we inhabit. So many intrepid

things, over and again, one after the next.

The playful cop, even he whistled and sang

as he twirled his club 'neath someone's light.

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'Outspoken buttocks in pink beads invite

the necessary cloudy clinch of bandy eyes.'

I remembered that Hart Crane quote as I

saw what passed me by. She may have

had a number, but it wasn't to be mine. I

fell through the Earth, as I fell through the time.