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  • Friends, 1956
  • Ken Fontenot (bio)

We were pure energy without wisdom. We were the embarrassment of short pants and short hair. We were dust creased in the neck, fingers around a baseball bat. We were the lovers of lost time, and we spent much of it ourselves. We were smokers in hiding, stalled cars miles from home. We were white socks with a brown suit. We were all sweat in our coats, always a nickel short, ten steps ahead. We could have swum in clear rivers. We could have swum in deep lakes. We could have sung songs to the trees. We had green knees forever. We sulked ten steps behind. We ran our dogs to the bone. [End Page 107]

Ken Fontenot

Ken Fontenot has published two books of poems and many translations of German poems.

“My greatest thrill as a Boomer was learning to fly at nineteen. In the air you are alone with the cosmos of absence, feeling a special camaraderie with the birds who know the air better than we do. It is no accident that birds have a special place in my poetic lexicon.”

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