Two Neighbors


FACES of two eternities keep looking at me.
One is Omar Khayam and the red stuff
Wherein men forget yesterday and to-morrow
And remember only the voices and songs,
The stories, newspapers and fights of today.
One is Louis Cornaro and a slim trick
Of slow, short meals across slow, short years,
Letting Death open the door only in slow, short inches.
I have a neighbor who swears by Omar.
I have a neighbor who swears by Cornaro.
Both are happy.
Faces of two eternities keep looking at me.
Let them look.


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Two Neighbors