LAMENTATIONS

by David Eide

XXXXVI Day ends and night begins. He
has taken himself to the back room of a
jazz club, the owner of which is an
acquaintance. He loves the magical
incantation of the anonymous musician
and is uplifted by the thought that, he too
is anonymous and one filled with magical
incantations. The acquaintance is
explaining a trip that his is planning. The
poet listens but, as well, his mind drifts off
to places he wants to travel. To the
Cameroon's., to the Shetland Islands , to
the Caucasus Mountains. the impressions
that he has of these places fill him ad
drives out the owners itinerary. The poet is
convinced that travel is good but it is
wasted on the majority of people.