POEM: Exit by Linford Detweiler

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Exit (c) 2007, Linford Detweiler of Over the Rhine

I have to leave the city now, she said,

Or dash my soul against my will instead.

I do not wish to have the quiet part of me

That once could rest (the part That could just be) tossed

Aside and left somewhere

For dead.

 

Tonight it seems to me

That what some friends call energy

Is nothing more than a phenomenon of nature known as

"Incurable Whirling Disease."

 

Please, take me far from here, she said,

The buildings sting and echo

With the fumy cries of yellowjacket cars.

 

I took her hand in mine and said,

I'm thinking of a place now

Where I used to have to tell myself Aloud,

Those are not clouds,

They're stars.