HEY THE SPACE
(from Know Fish, 1979)
In the crotch of a tree a boat and a cove and a Buddha moon high flying and I see them plotting thru black hours worrying about the money dying squeezing newcomers sinking big rest rooms, restaurants and condos to make manure for the flowers defective thinking for sanction robber who’s flighty on open spaces hey Grabber! 2 worlds each don’t see the other as between them layers pile on layers without a rudder
~ Vincent Ferrini (1913-2007), Gloucester’s first poet laureate