Song For Walt Whitman
by Harry Furness

I sing to Walt’s inclusive humanity
I see Walt venturing forth each day and becoming
Teaching in poor lit chalk dust air classrooms, woodworking callus’d hands cover’d with sawdust,
Building framed houses on Long Island
Writing newspaper articles, gulping nightlife, breathing in late-night carousing New York City,

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