untitled poem by Bob MacKenzie It seems so long ago; now I've walked this white line, It seems my whole life, Balancing on the line. (two dimension puppet show but for what audience?) There must have been a time, Young and eager past time, I walked both sides freely And left the painted line A trolley for white canes Of older men gone blind. But that was long ago, Before I saw the line As success, as a train Following the blinding White glare of the old line I have joined. published: Stimulus, March 1973 Stimulus, September 1973 |