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FIFTY-FIVE, JANUARY 1, 2001
(Copyright © 2001 Al Aronowitz)
(Photo © 1995, Sunday Star, Auckland )
A Wicker Basket
[From The Selected Poems of Robert Creeley, by Robert Creeley. Copyright © 1991 by The Regents of the University of California. All rights reserved. Used with permission of the author. Originally published in For Love: Poems 1950-1960 (Scribner 1962).]
Comes
the time when it's later
puts the bill, and very soon after
rings out the sound of lively laughter--
Picking
up change, hands like a walrus,
and a face like a barndoor's,
and a head without any apparent size,
nothing but two eyes--
So
that's you, man,
or me. I make it as I can,
I pick up, I go
faster than they know--
Out the
door, the street like a night,
any night, and no one in sight,
but then, well, there she is,
old friend Liz--
And she
opens the door of her cadillac,
I step in back,
and we're gone.
She turns me on--
There
are very huge stars, man, in the sky,
and from somewhere very far off someone hands
me a slice of apple pie,
with a gob of white, white ice cream on top of it,
and I eat it--
Slowly. And while certainly
they are laughing at me, and all around me is racket
of these cats not making it, I make it
in my wicker basket. ##
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