New York City Poetry Corner: Poem by Sharon Stern

Numbers

These new numbers make me nervous:

No nineteen - nothing I know.

A two and 3 zeroes.

What the hell kinda date is that?

I am outside of time

beyond the pale of creation.

The sun is the same

but stars collide

and the heavens roar.

Only I am fixed in space

and lost in eternity.

I alone know the devil's due

the eagle's horizon

and the cat's meow.

- Sharon Stern, 1/7-18/00

See story by Sharon Stern:  I Write from Inability to Surrender Thought or Memory to Dust .

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