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The Arrival Matters

 

Down this white-hot avenue

In a grayish-silver haze,

I am driving under blue

And brilliant centuries of days;

 

And a south wind blows and blows,

Tosses the crepe-myrtle trees

White and mauve and pink and rose,

Blows the pollen and the bees;

 

Where the paving-lines converge

In their clot of blazing mist,

Where the sky and city merge,

Is the point where I exist.

 

                         Frederick Turner

 

From Hadean Eclogues, Story Line Press,

1999.  Reprinted by permission of the author.


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