Finding Treasures

In my basement
I come across a thick file

“Maggie Rose Murphy” is on the folder
It bulges

Poems & postcards & letters galore
From throughout the 1980s

Your scientific acumen
Has long been respected

(And to eavesdrop on you
Talking shop with a colleague

I’d walk away as if
I’d been hearing the Khmer tongue)

And it’s none of my business
But I fantasize

Typing up
Arranging and sequencing

Pestering publishers
Till seeing this heft

Of youthful fire
Enformed in pages

“Now available
In hardback”

City Lights Bookstore

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