Robert Verdon, #102, Soon Immigrants

long shadow on the knoll,

a catenary arc of string, from

the kite my father made,

stuck in the darkening tree

as the wind blew out to the sea

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This replaces the following poem:

Frozen Music, or The Fervid Dream

 

                                           new homes for the huddled masses

                         on the cold glaring streets, and those who dwell in world slums,

        a vast step-pyramid with terraced gardens, houses, and all one needs within, long steps the

   envy of Rome on all four sides, elevators, escalators, whatever one wants, owned by all the people.