But now I pass
graveyards in a car.
The dead lie,
unsuperstitiously,
with their feet toward me–
please forgive me for
saying the tombstones would not
fancy their faces turned from the highway.
Oh perish the thought
I was thinking in that moment
Newman Illinois
the Saturday night dance–
what a life? Would I like it again?
No. Once I returned late summer
from California thin from journeying
and the girls were not the same.
You’ll say that’s natural
they had been dancing all the time.
(Edward Dorn)
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