God— I love John Ashbery #poetry

“ANOTHER KIND OF AFTERNOON

Remotely the unnamed keeps up with me. It must be quite a time since the last dignitaries visited with you. Yes, and I'm about out of breath

for all the quiet cells we kept company in. Must be a zillion years
Look, here comes one of them.
I know I just met the czar's brother

in a book report. Soon it was time to return home, past the midpoint, skipping-place. Fierce, how that cloud suffocates the sun, then is gracious for a while”