Heart Be Still

Where are all the lotus farmers off to
Now the hubcap salesmen have up and left?

I come from a long line of coal loaders
Down by the rusted tracks of the B & O.

How the winds carried away all voices
That long enough ago is cannon fodder

For us all left holding the bag
After we dropped the bottle on the gravel

Ate crow bait year after year with the new
Immigrants in the somnambulists’ diner.

Get a crowbar and we’ll go hunting.
“Catch as catch can” says our jailers.

Published by William Cowan

I'm from the East Coast, have lived in SoCal and now Northern California for some years. I've been writing quite awhile, published in 1992 in a literary quarterly: "Suspicious Humanist," vol. 2, #2, (20 pages.) Best job: fm on air personality on a now defunct station, "Evening Eclectic" music show, and a weekly poetry reading show. I played jazz and free/improv I enjoyed. Read Wallace Stevens, John Ashbery, Kenneth Koch, etc. and commented on the poems. I have read once at a local coffee house. Love the Bay Area, wouldn't want to be anywhere else. I am going to appear in an east coast anthology of best new poets of 2010 by the end of the year, published in Pennsylvania. I'm reading once a month at a brewpub in Marin with a group of fellow poets. We read to each other our work, and personal favorite poems of authors we enjoy. It is a pleasure to share with a community of fellow enthusiasts.

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