Central Europe
20.
Then I came forth
from the sweet curb
of art covered
with new foliage.
The sun darkens my
eyes; they are spirit
of another's will.
Perhaps I am furious
and he is innocent,
only turning
to view the animal
made of parts.
There is a song
I might sing
and would never
satisfy. A harmony
to complicate the
four directions.
Issuing from one
fountain, parting
slowly like
old friends.
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Central Europe was written in 1983 and published by Coincidence Press in 1985. It is available from Small Press Distribution or Amazon.