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John McKernan




West of Lincoln near Scotts Bluff

Dinosaur eggs still wait for their parents

There are at least four hundred fossils
Of an earlier smaller me in Me More
Than buried bones More than volcanic ash

I left years ago It's dawn in West Virginia

I'm riding my new Harley past Walt Whitman
In his new green form as grass Sprouted
From Bermuda Kentucky Alaska Augustine

So this is what it means to die before you die
Pass me that small container of Oxygen
I don't care what my Death Certificate will say
My name is Jack and I still live in that house
That beautiful White House in Omaha

I have never minded being totally confused
This is my new tricycle & it's my sixtieth birthday