7871. ALL THAT HEAVEN ALLOWS

ALL THAT HEAVEN ALLOWS

Willow tree, and birch. Everything together.

The moonlight calls the whippoorwill back;

but I hear neither. I am blind to this life and

deaf to those things. It is midnight before the

four horsemen arrive. I think that I must find

a mate, and get out of here alive.

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A cold man is still allowed a warm dream?

Or is that no longer right? I walk the crested

hills of this old, sorry place, just thinking back 

on the things I might have done. Didn't do, 

but would again. I once spent thirty dollars

on a send-away offer for tools. And thought

I was a millionaire by doing so. What a

fool's errand I entered.

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So many years later, I'm still here and that

card remains yet in my hand. I trowel on the

grease in the separate hanging of dreams.

Those with whom I've spoken today, they

really didn't hold my interest, but I stayed.

The sales guy from the nursery, always

looking about. The girl with the hardtack

hands who carried bales. The guy who had

just shaved off a very long beard, going on

and on about his skin, and how it felt.

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I chose to reply to nothing, just stay instead

and listen. No one knows what I'm about and,

like me in theirs, they're just extras in my play.