PITTANCE
Nothing to cheer for the elixir here,
they keep bringing me blood in a cup.
I lean back, waiting. Others arrive and
others pass - no one to surmise how
this moment, so vast, removes itself
from now, and lives forever. This is
all 'Onward' stuff : cars go, the lagging
train lumbers its load of freight, a man
stands at the crossing, red flag and
blinking lights. I am aggrieved, but
I am cheerful too. My tide, that
crosses oceans of self, fills but
a deep gulf in my world.
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