All-American by Ed Stone

I am not a silent poet

The occasions increase

When we must prove

That we can love.

..

The opportunities fall

All around us

Like rice

At a wild wedding.

..

Or like strings

Of lighted firecrackers

Flacking the dizzy air

On the Fourth of July.

..

These days and nights

Circumstances are flowering

Like cancers of blue bones

Testing the invisible marrow

Of being human.

..

This test 

Is the last.

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