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FOR T.S. ELIOT
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in the coffee spoon I swirl,
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and I swirl: sure is sugary,
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sure is. T . S . Eliot -- who
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did you
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envision,
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crawling the ether and sawdust
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wrestling Alfred Prufrock on the grey
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catwalks of sky still holding the rusted light at dusk?
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Somehow -- I am tired, and old.
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The moments
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The world
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And I swirl: sure is sugary,
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Sure is.
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Somehow, I am tired
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Somehow, I am tired and old – or at least,
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Enough of my past is dead or buried;
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But it’s the burnt bridges one truly misses
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Somehow, I am tired and old –  or at least,
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Enough of my past
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There’s a summer inside the coffee spoon,
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And an another—this nostalgia for
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I started writing a poem
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about Prufrock, or at least – T. S. Eliot, I even
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Described the bronze sun
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On dark clouds
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in dark skies,
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Like catwalks
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holding the last of the rusty light
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At dusk: for some reason there is an image
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made eleven years ago,
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in the first stanza
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15 Jan 18

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