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A. D. WINAIIS

For Bob Kau£ma.n-after reading
bis poem - I Have Folded My Sorrows.

How long has it been since
you folded your sorrows into
the mantle of S1IIIIIIIer night
content to assign each brief
stonl its alloted space in time?

You still walk the streets carrying
the catastrophic histories buried in
the sadness of your eyes even if
you no longer pursue them and yes
the sun is still ninety-three-
million miles away from you smiling
only on those addled keepers
of yesterdays disasters who walk
the opposite direction of your dreams
those who are unable to search

the rooms of the DDOll
on cold S1l1lllEr nights

You who have known at
the tragedy of
the 1iving grave )lhere
the songs are sung nightly

the funeral of the poet

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