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The Face in the Toyota -- Robert Bly

(Poem #193)The Face in the Toyota
 Suppose you see a face in a Toyota
 One day, and you fall in love with that face,
 And it is Her, and the world rushes by
 Like dust blown down a Montana street.
 And you fall upward into some deep hole,
 And you can't tell God from a grain of sand.
 And your life is changed, except that now you
 Overlook even more than you did before;
 And these ignored things come to bury you,
 And you are crushed, and your parents 
 Can't help you anymore, and the woman in the Toyota
 Becomes a part of the world that you don't see.
 And now the grain of sand becomes sand again,
 And you stand on some mountain road weeping.
-- Robert Bly

Winter '84 -- Krisantha Sri Bhaggiyadatta

(Poem #192)Winter '84
 I tell the corner store owner
 'pretty cold out there'
 he says
 'ain't what it used to be'
 'oh', i say, 'why is that'
 innocently
 tensing
 wondering if coloured immigration
 has affected the seasons...
 'they've been fooling around
 with the weather',
 he says.
 [his wife nods]
 'ever since they sent a man
 to the moon
 it hasn't been right'

 oh, i say,
 breathing out
 intrigued
 'yeah, i know what you mean'
-- Krisantha Sri Bhaggiyadatta