We saw two thousand
years
grope toward nothing--
an empty hole in the sky.
Then spring came; foxes
like autumn, like
lordly acorns, danced
again the lawns of November.
We remembered once more
the oceans' wide sweeping gaze,
their cosmic laughter.
With the greater and lesser stars
we shared again their delight,
making the thing called tomorrow
such a lovely event.
Allen Curtis retired from UWEC's English Department in 1998 and has spent fifteen years in thoughtful retirement. He loves being a human being,
Eau Claire, WI 54703
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