Saturday, October 11, 2008

Burnout in the Overshoot

A.R. Ammons

The first cool spell has
cracked the white aspers open,
samples here and there,

and tomorrow's promised warmth will
stir a few bees loose:
there's something besides

death and nothingness,
even if winter is coming:
and, anyway, death isn't

a place you get all the way
to: as you arrive
what is arriving

diminishes and
finally, touch to touch,
nothing is equal to nothing.

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