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Remember the 20-year poem? Here’s its 30-year-old brother.

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Another one where I finished the idea last year and I had enough space to clean up some of the language. Hopefully, making some of it less vague and precise.

 

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(1981)

playing by the tracks
tracking through the fields
the buffer-zone between
what is real

forts in the reeds
with girls
tacked to the walls

expeditions, finding
new hideouts
new wilds
new ruins

four concrete blocks
four by four
and a foot high
our own stonehenge

          Thoreau only lived
by Walden Pond
for two years, two months

on and off
only a mile from his neighbors
who he visited often

60 feet to one side
gridded aspirational
ranch and cape homes
that before William (St.)
turned Buffalo humble,
industrial vernacular

to the other
were tracks,
hundreds
and in between
woods, ponds, ducks, and fish

a friend of mine lost his leg
    hopping…

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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  1. this is very good in the consummation ~ thank you !

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