NOTES ON THE STEPS OF THE SAN DIEGO BUS DEPOT
Across the street
America is putting together
another Federal Building.
The Wisconsin Horse
looks through the chainlink fence.
He turns and tells me with his eyes.
I discover Marge Piercy
in a poetry newspaper.
Her thick sensual lips
are about to move
upon the earth.
I wonder if her dark eyes
are always seeing
beyond the farthest ridge.
Her words slant into me and resonate
and will echo
for a long time.
For centuries maybe.
I don't think the sky will fall today,
but I need a few surprises badly.
Across the street
America is putting together
another Federal Building.
The Wisconsin Horse
looks through the chainlink fence.
He turns and tells me with his eyes.
I discover Marge Piercy
in a poetry newspaper.
Her thick sensual lips
are about to move
upon the earth.
I wonder if her dark eyes
are always seeing
beyond the farthest ridge.
Her words slant into me and resonate
and will echo
for a long time.
For centuries maybe.
I don't think the sky will fall today,
but I need a few surprises badly.