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Same Sun, Same Moon, Same River
It is easy to imagine Heraclitus
walking stone streets witnessing
life in Athens with no permanence,
stopping strangers to explain about the river,
being laughed at as they moved
from point A to point B fearing Apollo
and Hades then at dusk drinking wine,
waiting for the happy obliteration alcohol brings,
not realizing how lucky they were
to be stupid and so deep
in their bodies even the sun
and moon trading places over and over
meant nothing.
Reprinted by permission of the author.
Source: Poetry (July 1996).
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Neil Carpathios is the author of three full-length poetry collections: Playground of Flesh (runner-up in the Main Street Rag Press Book Competition), At the Axis of Imponderables (winner of the Quercus Review Press Book Award), and Beyond the Bones (runner-up in the FutureCycle Press Book Competition). He also has published several award-winning chapbooks. The recipient of fellowships and grants from the Ohio Arts Council and . . .
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