November 16, 2007 (I was 62)
Robert F.
It occurred to me to try to
write
something playing off
indifference
and desire. As soon as the thought
formulated, there was “Fire
and Ice.”
Never mind on that one!
It’s a poem
easily tossed into jr. high
anthologies
but brilliant anywhere you
encounter it
and for as long as you
encounter it-
precise bit of surgery, and
I thought
Frost was a pitcher.
Nick A.
wrote, “All the smart stuff
was easy.”
“The only writing that was
any good
was what you made up.”
“Against this age,
skyscraper primitives…”
and Nick Adams created one
most conspicuous in his
time.
“That made everything come
true.”
The engineer of the edifice
from the fabricator of
artifice,
the steep-pitched steeple
the lighthouse beacon tower
then the rotunda dome
of the literary casino,
the Taj Mahal, a mausoleum.
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