POEMS
Two Poems by Lloyd Schwartz
THE WANDERER
I'm talking about what isn't there anymore,
the past-"Ultimate Nostalgia"; a dead end.
1 had two friends. Married. 1 thought they were
my best friends-the both of them; for five,
six years.
And 1 don't know, they didn ' t call
me, 1 didn't call them.... It's been since February–
over three months. 1 can't even tell them
I'm leaving; what's the use?
Maybe I'll
write to them. Maybe I'll call them
when 1 come back,-if 1 come back.
I'm starting
to
get too attached to city life anyway.
It's no good
to
be dependent on anything–
even a city....
"Constructi ve Nihilism. "
-I think I'm getting cynical.
But what happened?
We
liked
each other. Maybe we liked each other
too much; maybe they got scared....
1 thought
six years would make us "inseparable." 1 guess
we didn't know each other as much as we thought.
-Maybe I'm too romantic.
Why else would
1 be going out into the woods?
The only thing
I'm going to worry about now is if there's enough
