Forbes, Calvin 2005

Wednesday, March 2, 2005
with Rosellen Brown

A good chair a firm bed and you
Who said men aren’t domestic lied
My blues won’t make you blue
Never regret the world left outside

– Calvin Forbes, “Room 340”

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Let the juices of watermelons sparkle, be candles
Near the shore. Yesterday’s rind is today’s
Twenty-four year old nostalgia. Listen–
Save the black seeds, and please laugh at your face.
The sea comes into my left ear on a visit, turns pink
Then goes away. I drop the seashell, return gingerly

– Calvin Forbes, “Poem On My Birthday”

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