Monthly Archives: May 2009

Lovers

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Come on now Influenza,
Lets me and you take a walk outside.
I’ll show you fishes slipping through
Slices of stone, you wouldn’t believe
How small and silver-quick
Such things can be.

Come now, Influenza.
Your Spanish hands are small and hard
Against my aging fingernails.
I see you, and we know (don’t we?)
That your greatest work, like mine
Has long since past so

Come here, fallen star,
They may be scratching out your name
On slate again, but we all know
It’s not the same
As your great summer
Of Nineteen-Nineteen