More on the Ups and Downs of Poetry
By: Benno Friedman - Dec 16, 2014
The open door beckons.
An apostle once pursued the dream
And meeting on the crowded fifth floor,
The scent of cinnamon.
"A decaf." you had ordered.
And in descending,
The uncertainty principle in practice.
Will we ever arrive where
We are headed
Or now declared,
Out of service.