Friday, May 25, 2007

A Friend In Vermont

Grass in Vermont is a wet rag,
worn rocks scattered in the creek,
the same old glaciers choke
a familiar gurgling from them,
the claustrophobic hills
with pastures & slack jaw cows.

Everything where you are
shifts familiar accents
on a parallel history,
larger, sharper, colder.

I recall a Milky Way night,
the first absolute sky I had seen
in years, it is still out there
with you beneath it.

(1985)

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Hi Bob

You would love Rutland Vt.Green Mountains are beautiful.I have lived there for one year.Check it out.Sadly I made a mistake and moved back to Rahway.Will be relocating soon.

Take care
Steve
 
hey Steve, good to hear from you.

Vermont beautiful to be sure, but brrrr. The recipient of this poem is now in northern CA & loves it there.

You'll be glad to hear that Rex is staying on WFMU Sat afternoon through the summer.
 
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