Frankness

Early man’s dream promises truth
Early man is late man of morning.
With quiet poems at beck and call
Like the poet who saw coins settle
At the ocean’s floor in a loud sun.
Be Frank,O Hara, coins shall vanish
In the sinking flesh of a soft twilight.
There is no stopping a dune buggy
On the ocean beach ,its date certain
And timing a devastating frankness.

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