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| Two Poems by William C.
Burns, Jr. Drinking the River Lethe If you could have asked Is it raining in some future place Or will I suffer the slings and arrows . . . And got your answer If you could lift your hands Against the Sea Turning back the tide turning back time If you could Spin the sky backward rearranging the clouds Without a second thought If you knew a guy Who could remove this tattoo Wipe away this memory Would you For The Pleasure of Her Company She comes down the passage pulling her coat closer around her As though it's colder in here Than out there in the storm I wipe my nose on my sleeve She explains all the details producing charts and graphs timetables and photographs She makes me recite it all So I won't forget I nod, knowing what I'm about She makes such a scene of discretely sliding the cash from her concealed pocket She smiles now and turns I don't want her money But it's the only way I get to see her |
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