Whitman In Vegas

 

In my dream, I see Whitman in Vegas,

Scarlet caped, pulling up in a long

Black limousine, telling the crowd “I always win,

Walking deeper into that field you have made of yourself,

Unmoved by the wind––

Its famines and pestilence, upheavals crowded into months,

Knowing the peak has been revealed––

The summit of the peak right under you––

That’s surely no other peak, that’s no peak at all.”

 

 

8 August 2008

 

 

[Published in Mantra Winds: Poems 2004-2010.

© 2010 by Jim Cohn.]