Mara Michael Jebsen
i’m starting to be startled by the way time passes
it seems to fall out like clumps of hair
its November the Hudson river’s all gooseflesh and silver
the history books sing of trains, souls boarding and riding till the end
of the line i dream California lemons oranges i dream courage and packing a
may i never be desperate as early Americans. may i nevertheless hum
a song for shedding, a song for new skin a song for lemons
and i leave it here
my things my life all that heavies and holds me.
may i never starve may i nevertheless aim
an arrow out past the desert of my longing
like that train of prepared souls
going and going to meet the sea.