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Unsliven Road
“Let poetry rise up from the bus stop.” - Il Purgatorio. Dante
I’m looking for the one who was here,
standing at the dark terminus
where the road ran out.
A nurse. A nurse?
Early mornings, late evenings,
in the leaves, snow, cherry tree blossom,
tarmac and rain.
It was too dark to read, too long to wait,
A book in my pocket by Basho.
A luminous dial on my wrist.
It’s morning, bone weary,
I’m a one man queue.
This is where the months
and years and decades went,
where I left my ashes
among the cherry blossom,
left my ashes
mixed with the yellow leaves,
as I smoked cigarettes.
I wept here once. I sat down and...
I can’t remember.
Unsliven Road...from “unshriven”?
Eternal damnation?
Il Purgatorio: in winter this bleak
inadequate shelter froze me,
but in summer...a song thrush
made all heaven present.
Nothing else mattered.
Here it comes.
I’m looking for the one who was here,
standing at the dark terminus
where the road ran out.
A nurse. A nurse?
Early mornings, late evenings,
in the leaves, snow, cherry tree blossom,
tarmac and rain.
It was too dark to read, too long to wait,
A book in my pocket by Basho.
A luminous dial on my wrist.
It’s morning, bone weary,
I’m a one man queue.
This is where the months
and years and decades went,
where I left my ashes
among the cherry blossom,
left my ashes
mixed with the yellow leaves,
as I smoked cigarettes.
I wept here once. I sat down and...
I can’t remember.
Unsliven Road...from “unshriven”?
Eternal damnation?
Il Purgatorio: in winter this bleak
inadequate shelter froze me,
but in summer...a song thrush
made all heaven present.
Nothing else mattered.
Here it comes.
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Be attentive to the small signs of joy..it's only for some
I like very much, Steve
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