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The lights are on—click, click. Smile.
This is the route to popularity,
to earn the eminent status
satisfaction guaranteed.
“O Captain, my Captain” Whitman cries
(please give him my best regards).
Thanks to your hard work and self-indulgence,
mine too (I’m not born to listen)
this stage has no sliding scale, if you are loyal.
Consider the alternative: every step
outside this game
is worth a golden shoe.
Starting Point
Winter. First smear of frost on the window;
clouds above, cast in stone, can’t drift away.
The world is penetrated by our heavy breathing
as we try to break through conventions.
Life is a stand-up comedian,
its acts a mixture of humour and madness.
When you start walking where will you go,
who will you follow and
who will follow you?
The old crown of the poet is lying face down,
a deserted moonrock on the mud-covered road.
If forced to wake up, it may change
the order of things.
Many roads are measured by steps we take.
Eva Kolacz is a poet and professional painter. She immigrated from Poland to Canada in 1981. She is a member of the League of Canadian Poets and the Ontario Society of Artists. Her first book, Whatever We Are was published in 2019 by Hidden Brook Press.
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