Nothing else follows
Except my sweet goodbye.
Nothing else matters
Not even the tears in your eyes.
Poetry is Good for America
Nothing else follows
Except my sweet goodbye.
Nothing else matters
Not even the tears in your eyes.
I am the endless not
Woven with a twisted circle
Known to mathematicians
As infinity.
There will be
A railroad reunion
There will be snow
And clouds, and rain.
There will be
A railroad reunion
When I ride that Zephyr train.
There is no next year
There is only today.
There is no second chance
My hair is turning gray.
I don’t accept
The notion of coincidence
Yet I’m told to write
This elevator speech
About how we will
Lift you up
And help you find
Your audience.