Poem by Vincent Ferrini

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The Morning Walk (Harbor View). 1919. Stuart Davis (1892-1964)

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

Photo by Arnie Jarmak

Photo by Arnie Jarmak