been a while you aren’t supposed to
notice. In Russia they’re testing
the “Father of All Bombs”:
“All that is alive merely evaporates.”
Is this what I asked for this morning?
Reduce search and rescue
over vast stretch of land (or water),
menu-plan for the weekend,
which haute vegetable next to
coconut and kiwi,
how many miles to the moon
for after-dinner mints. Etc.
Sunrise in the Midwest. Breakfast
with a family from Iowa,
wife went to Wellesley,
now she’s a hospital librarian
who studied with Frank Bidart.
A sculptor, as well. Later, in the
observation car it’s Sam this
and Sam that. I’m getting nostalgic,
my second day without a shower,
thinking of Bowling Green and Toledo...
so many Sams ago.
