Lines penned by Herb on the occasion of his 85th birthday:

Are we alone alive of those who knew

people who never once heard anyone

say “fuck” or “screw”?

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It’s almost dark.

Let’s walk in the park

and then come home, take books to bed,

and listen with our eyes

to the voices of the dead.

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And then there was the Great Society

devoured by the great bureaucracy.

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AFTER DOING THE LAUNDRY

Now that I am older

and can take my time,

patterns of everydayness

satisfy like rhyme.

      Herbert Knapp