White-Binder Poems  

A grand river through the non-existent valleys
that died with the wooly mammoths.

A grand river through eyes that lean from the face
like lazy books on a shelf.

A grand river of effort and idea; a thousand lives 
follow the river with small buckets.

The empty man (filled with the efforts of others)
Goes down the grand river to fish.

Tears have been swept away here, along with hope. Yet,
he fishes. And yet he believes we are "locked away like
loons in a zoo." It may explain it. He knew once the magnifence
of solving a single problem, all his life released to a single
problem.



There is the magnificence of solving at least one problem.
We are locked away like loons in a zoo.