Issue 48, Fall 1969
In 1954, in June
I saw a total eclipse of the sun by the moon.
I saw the flowers fold up, the birds
Stopped singing to the morning, the grass
Grew wet, and it was dark.
I was awake, but when I was awake
A while longer I woke up and said
“I have slept until now,” and now
I have stopped sleeping altogether.