The Golden Jubilee
On the morning that lasts forever
the neighbors are playing a tape of Tibetan
monks again, somewhere between groaning
On the morning that lasts forever
the neighbors are playing a tape of Tibetan
monks again, somewhere between groaning
and Dear Little Mother do not think
only of yourself your suffering
local knowledge is to live in a place
and know the place
however barren
the biggest bore in town
arrives at my party
as if he were invited
and begins to tell me
the details of what a terrible
time he had getting here
but it was worth it he says
and I know he will be
the last to leave