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PRESENCE AND ABSENCE

Totting up the jotter pads I keep
In the drawer behind me the impulse
To save the letterhead of the deposed
Washes over me, not over my toes
I'm dreaming are reporting back
The sense of digging into the firm sand
As the tide sends one last wave up
Before going on its way a while,
But this lobster cavity from rib
To where the sense of adventure
Makes its carbonation (the top
Of my head, I can be so opaque
I get to be both superhero
And wiseguy sidekick that way). Save.
Save the paper. The marble
That holds the David could be
About to go get shredded. And yet.
They were joking when they said
The marble hides the statue,
And I laughed, but I believed it.