WHEN THE WHOLE
WORLD WAS WIDE OPEN
You want I should write you a letter? Or
is this just enough for you? I sit down,
right by you, on this God-awful train,
and we should ride together? 24 more
miles in time? How's that go again?
Time is longer than rope?
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And more supple too? Able to bend,
and fold back upon itself, knotting
mighty concepts into tangles? Look
at that man in the brown shoes...
he's tapping his feet like he's gone
with his nerves; traveling with fear;
assured that something will soon
go wrong. How do we all wait for
that? Chance meeting you here.
Is that a service dog?
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My forbears came from Mulcahey,
I'm told, about 1841, though no one
is sure for sure. Potato famine? Well,
maybe. I don't rightly know. They
settled on Greenwich Street, or
Avenue; again I don't really know.
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I went through childhood being told
all this but never could respond or tell
anyone else it was nothing to me What
cared I for any of that? I was me. I was
free. The whole world was wide open.
You see how I mean? To say what I
try, it's not easy. How about you?
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