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January 23, 2022


You skillfully wove your tomato plants into where the wild things are. Thank you for the very free wheeling free verse.

This was a delightful surprise. For me, a new way of rendering a poet by a gifted intellectual poet surrounding you with the pleasures of his existence. Dan, your expressive word tricks were marvelous and then you climaxed with photo references to the text. Dan, creativity is your pal. Can't wait for your next endeavor. Dan Mason

We value all of these well-placed words and in no way seek to undermine the momentousness of the fox, who is a creature we venerate. Or the heron, a heroine (who eschews heroin). And yet, we wonder if in the future you may make a foray into a depiction of the deer, two of which clashed with their prominent horns in this same environs, and who continuously parade around the World of Leisure with abandon. And as your collection of bites, stings, injuries and maladies continue to mend, perhaps you will continue to advise us about the most prominent and influential developments in and around the course of golf that is frequented by such a wide array of authentic beasts of the semi-wild.

Midsummer Night Dream, Kykuit*
For Dan Gutstein and for T.C. Boyle, author of “Outside Looking In”

Back-flash 1969 Hudson Valley upstate NY
as the war raged on
when we wan school-mates
dropped a dram
of Owsleys Own Extra Special Bitter,
jumped the Rockefeller Sleepy Hollow fence
and did socio-geographical-psychedelic research
inspired by devolving Catholic theology,
semi-repressed sex drives,
proletarian rage, survivors’ guilt,
and a recent chance- encounter
with drunken Tim Leary in a Lower East Side tavern.

We rode that rattling night-train,
Lonely as dead clowns.
As dawn broke, a wee red fox hopped
in the tall grass where I blithely wandered
like Blake in Elysium.
And she spoke to me!
["oh baby listen now/I've made up my mind/
Yeah, I'm tired of wasting all my precious time/
You got to be all mine, all mine"--jimi, "foxey lady"]
Bill Nevins 1.23.22
*Kykuit, the Rockefeller Estate on the Hudson

Thanks Lorraine. I am much obliged.

Thanks Lauris, Daniel, Mark, and Bill -- I am grateful for the comments, suggestions, and ESB poems.

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I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark

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