Friday, January 13, 2017

The Finest Leaf Clothespins Can Hold

Isaac Asimov
On a perfect earth
Would live out his ambition
To listen to the trains
In his newsstand by the subway track
Instead of seeing all his dreams go unfulfilled
Like some incoherent poet
Who, having captured the world in a net,
Knows it can't be saved
Or thrown back.

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