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Willie Mays Sprints Into Heaven

Just who greeted

Willie Mays when

he sprinted around

the last base (cap

flying off like a black

bird) and came home

to Heaven?

All the gods within

the Gods, that's who.

Not all of them are fans

of baseball, that baroque

American sport. But

in spite of us, they're all

fans of joy and buoyancy

and the quickening of talent

and of people who rise above

even as they're fighting through.

Yeah, all the gods, that's who.

Willie's summer-dawn smile

opened, and the gods smiled

back, and Willie scored

his forever winning run. 

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Two-Faced Time

Time, the vicious versatile thug:

pickpocket, shoplifter, burglar,

armed robber, assassin, dictator . . . .

Why can't Time get a real job

like the rest of us?

Time, robust provider:

opener of space for life.

Enabler of Evolution. 

Angel of music. Parent

of our necessary illusions.

Kind casino boss, who gives us

good chances to win 

encounters with the Mystery

that may be God.

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Where the Roads Go

 And soon the roads will take you to

The place that has no roads

And there you will be lost to time,

Old traveler. The forest will absorb you.

(The roads themselves will be absorbed.)

The birds are always well aware

They must make room for other birds.

And every raging storm

Leaves codes for future storms.

The continent of language

Your brain has built itself

To let you play with signs

And sounds will vanish--yes,

The moment your mind leaves 

Its road, your unique ways 

Of seeing, saying--indeed,

The World you birthed--

Will vanish like one breath

Into the air of all the breaths

Breathed ever in their time. 

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International Arrivals

 

this is an age of

people poking, touching screens--

heads bent--birds searching.

       *

in white-washed light

we strangers wait--no smiling--

for ones arriving. 

       *

new citizens wait

for new immigrants--happy!

everyone else: glum.

       *

among a crowd of

people I'll never know, I

wait for one I love.

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