Portrait of Howard Hart in the Caffe Trieste

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"I who have seen death pass slowly

....over the stone of enchantment

See rivers now

See rising stars out of the embankment

Heading for anyone who desires fruition

The throes of danger seem to be abated

Passing with the clouds of indifference

Toward an octopus turned loving turned good

I walk backward here seeing life with all my might

But on the horizon a woman bends as if made of arrow-weave

Bobbing not at all but now standing as a stone lock

For all to see and talk about

Returning while standing to wherever she wishes to

© Howard Hart