Wednesday, April 20, 2011

At Walt Whitman's Birthplace

Huntington, NY

They say Walt passed this way
but who the fuck knows -
No thing at this place
was like it was.
We've all grown larger
than even his beard.
The house creaks with poems
it has wrote.
I doubt he'd approve
of his monument much
Why fence gardens and re-name
the streets of the town?
I close the latch to leave
and it opens.
I close it and it opens again
just like Walt
Telling me that there are no boundaries
but I close it again and walk on.