On The Places That Are Left Over
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John Ciardi
I did not have exactly a way
of life
but the bee amazed me and the
wind’s plenty
was almost believable. Hearing
a magpie laugh
through a ghost town in
Wyoming, saying Hello
in Cambridge, eating cheese by
the frothy Rhine,
leaning from plexiglass over
Tokyo,
I was not able to make one
life of all
the presences I haunted. Still
the bee
amazed me, and I did not care
to call
accounts from the wind. Once
only, at Pompeii,
I fell into a sleep I
understood,
and woke to find I had not
lost my way.
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