Three Short Pieces


I am sitting here without my marbles together, envying other people sitting where they are sitting with their marbles together. I have in mind a certain poet in New York, seventy-five or so, in his apartment knowing all that he knows, arranging some lines on paper that advance evidence that he knows yet a little more than the prodigious sum we already knew he knew.

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