The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for June 2001
at some point
you realize
the next year has
started
not by
the
calendar
but by the senses
the cycle of
[some] external
events
recognized as felt
before
again
you realize
that the last
year has gone
and that this
one
is here
as it was
and
will
be
again
[it’s late
spring
the
grand
slam begins
the overlap
of
the past
and future
seasons
the draft
the
wait
not quite
here
holiday’s over
mail
today
blank life starts
up
the meat of the
cycle]
i saw it
before i see
it now
thats life
[what is it]
we have to wait
and see