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stairwell accompaniment:Jonathan Rice

The new poem is new because of
Direct language
That describes what is
In such a way that the poem itself
Becomes an event.
(If not the event.)

We are reminded deliciously
To keep our sleepy eyes open
For the moment
Or miss all that matters
Mostly.

(By the way,
Anything is better than the contagion,
The outbreak,
The epidemic of numbness.)

The poet's final boast is simply this:
I saw the world and I could not resist.


...Why do I look forward to the weekend so?...