POINTS ON THE GRID
George Bowering
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SOMNIA
The jargon of parties
......wrung finally out of my ears
......this first April morning 4 a.m.
......air smelling of the deep sea
........twelve long blocks from the beach
locks of hair too, falling on my forehead
smell of the sea
clean where I took a bath deep
.............tonight as always wanted to
.............at home where hot water
.............and parties were hard to come by
...............................Inside Jamie’s house
...............................J.J.Johnson blowing his horn
...............................out of the three speed
...............................thirty three turning
...............................little boy blue
...............................on
To the Maximus poems
......making sense all seasons from 1622
......till five in the morning
........breaking April over eastern sky
from Gloucester to morning
to finally sleeping
twelve long blocks from the beach
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