Upland Peace Camp #6

Upland Peace Camp #6 (subtitled at, or in, four in the afternoon)

At four fif teen

a medium breeze is blowing

slight ly wired

I dig into my word bag

seeking to pluck a phrase or two ;

a rage or two

a eye mage or two

A hope or hysteria, while I gaze at the wisterias

sometimes the waiting

requires more of something

then the action time

2) At four and twenty

nothing has changed

still searching words

still washed over by breeze

still still

still trying

as though words

or the dreams of words

could change an ocean’s lava

or stop

a bullet’s flow

3) When I become Fourty

in one nine eight nine

shall I then

Put aside my words in the

dead/meat/file-

and search for bone rea 1i ty-no, at four thirty P M

or any times that I call mine

there can be no stronger reality

no harder surface, no deeper in ci sion

in my known universe

Bob Small-9/25/88-from 9/18/88

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