The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for March 1996
| i had a dream back at Amherst by the shore (it was a dream) in a room with old Professor X as he lay dying in his bed with his cat and lots of people coming leaving doing things he could see out the window next to his bed one day he'd say hello or watch us out the window others he would just lay and wait [we were busy playing stuff] he was dying after all what did he care and i realized in the shower this morning i could do that who was that not me he was respected and accomplished well past it and content alert enough the great room i was glad to be back a little alarmed about the other people coming and going as i was about the old man in the bed who didn't seem to mind |
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i had a dream it was at Amherst again at the seashore (it was a dream) in a large room with a view outside and by the window lay old professor a, dying, with his cat beside him he was alert sometimes he'd say hello or watch the games at the beach through the window or he would just lie there, not waiting, but knowing, not minding that my friends and i were there doing things oblivious (he was dying, after all) and as patient as his cat an airy room a square window open to the air the view the world outside he sighed and rolled over and knew as i did that this was all ok that would be the way to watch until you lost interest to die not of boredom or fatigue, exactly, but satisfied exhaustion of possibilities surrounded by your memories in the dream room real people real life outside the open window November 1995 |