In the Goodwill a man asked my brother if he was from
utopia
what is utopia
he wanted to know
a driftwood bow nesting in the copper field
that looks like heaven?
(in passing everything is something
that's why it’s good to take a trip)
and what of this noble lie
I wanted to know
that we be golden, silver, iron
or swans or geese or hay bails
bound upon this
earth.
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