Those regrets weigh most that recall some failure of responsibility to another human being, or to an animal; I don’t much regret sinning against abstract principles.
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That was beautiful, Joe.
EQUINOX
The first cool enough night
I open the windows
just to listen to the sounds
of no air conditioning
the stars take up their Volga
Boatman imitations
the moon still paddles upstream
we are all human again
and though undressing for centuries
there’s still no nakedness
in sight no end
of blood or bodies
the balance broken
then barely resumed.