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and then there was 2005 ...
by Gilbert Plaw

there are those of us who mark the seasons and the years
as great accomplishments
here we are        yet again
we say
we are marco polos relishing each temporal apprehension savoring new exotic lands peopled with youthful strangers engaged in alien rites
which        invisible as we are
remain ours to explore
if only we would dare
it is a matter of dispensing with our ancient garb
instead becoming casio
learning the electric rites of this establishment
discovering that touch is not a touch at all
but just one moment in a vast conspiracy of moments

or do we return to the venice of our easier dispositions
and embrace the green ruins of our passing time
attributing to ourselves the worth
which is our due

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