The Ocean

The Ocean
Deborah Schwartz

Because the ocean is so big, when it comes time to talk
I don’t know which thought to pick.

For instance, your hair has grown so long that you braid it
into the hair of your beloved and you become twins, worrying

about people
you have only met for a brief second
at a bus stop, worrying about them for the rest of your life.

For instance, I’ve always loved Yoko Ono.

I met her once. Well, I bumped into her at Carnegie Hall.

She was walking so freakin’ slow,
I almost tripped. I had never been to Carnegie Hall and didn’t want to be late

which wasn’t her fault given that I already was.

I wanted to ask her about the free woman museum
but was afraid I would be asking too much.

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