If & when
not to take even oneself as pretext,
no karmic load, not even history
as such, with its parades and monuments,
not even the blank parchment upon which
The Declaration of Independence
would one day appear, calligraphically.
nothing one could count on as literal,
no way to scratch the most persistent itch.
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Wonderful poem by Daniel Zimmerman, as always.
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