For Saundra

For Saundra
i wanted to write  a poem  that rhymes  but revolution doesn't lend  itself to be-bopping    
then my neighbor  who thinks i hate  asked – do you ever write  tree poems – i like trees  so i thought  i'll write a beautiful green tree poem  peeked from my window  to check the image  noticed that the school yard was covered  with asphalt  no green – no trees grow  in manhattan    
then, well, i thought the sky  i'll do a big blue sky poem  but all the clouds have winged  low since no-Dick was elected    
so i thought again  and it occurred to me  maybe i shouldn't write  at all  but clean my gun  and check my kerosene supply    
perhaps these are not poetic  times  at all    

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