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Nostalgia
a time regression
Giddy with winding back the brain
to 1611, you step into such stale
trousers. What's the grumble
rumbling down the alley? Well, it's not
the garbage truck that's not on strike,
remember, the dumpster does not
belong, it's not invented yet.
Just smell
all last year's leftovers ripening
in a late June sun. No wonder
sweet Will takes his fancy walking
into foreign parts and far away.
Prospero's cell, Miranda
means Imagine
in a shade of sea-swell blue.
You'll learn to sail there,
dreaming of laundered sheets,
deodorants, the grand old
AD 1982.
~Taylor Graham
Taylor writes, "I'm a volunteer search-and-rescue dog handler in the Sierra Nevada. My poems appear in The Chattahoochee Review, The Iowa Review, New York Quarterly, Poetry International and elsewhere." Email.
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This page updated April 23, 2002.