-the Bay is the Mount Hope, the Taunton is the River-

1.

they’re excavating to lay a foundation north of the Mount Hope

at the banks of the Taunton, the high northward of the river

toward its beginnings.

I can hear the sounds of industry distant enough to haunt,––

all for the sake of development;  an Erechtheum on the Taunton.

could be housing for the multitudes and I guess that’s okay.

since we the people necessarily live someplace we may as well

have a river view.

the busses don’t run like they use to,

and the taxicab companies are broke, their cars so beat-up

they look like welterweights at the bell closing the 9th.

the churches are near empty; the priests,

cloaked in their collective guilt are still seen driving around..

2.

my son called from Los Angeles last night.

I told him when I croak he’s getting some damn good poems

for a quick look-see when his daily vocations are concluded.

I advised him to be on the lookout; ––to keep his eyes peeled

like a Crow scouting for the 7th cavalry. a terrible analogy. meanwhile,

  

3.

time advances toward my place of standing in the world.

––all's fair when everything's considered from the middle.

northward, the machine of industry distant enough to haunt,

is laying the foundation for a structure.

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