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Month: July 2016

Found Dead on the Step

It is a cockroach
of that I am sure.
An inch and a half
and a perfect oval.

Its abdomen is ribbed
striated
in exquisite
insect symmetry.

A similarly shaped nut
gingerly glazed on a
bright silver tray
is second in display.

 

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Poet’s Notes: It was a NYC cockroach on the step on my apartment building. So beautiful I’m happy I didn’t step on it. (Weird, I know. :-0))

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Found Dead on the Step

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At the Child Support Office

They stand behind thick glass
not warming to goofy quips.
The charm I manufacture
to diffuse social bomblets
is not welcome this morning.

They are older black women
leaning on linebacker arms.
Peering out on benches where
thin young men slump with pants
purposely hanging down.

I imagine they’ve heard it all.
Hearts that have slow cooled
into smooth round stones
that won’t warm for boy-men
who fail to stay at home.

These clean nails and pressed shirt
stir nothing. Their faces gloss
like antique German clocks
over pages I present before
chiming someone got this wrong.

 

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Magic Shoes

The sole of my shoe came off
just a bit at the top and I thought
as I paused on the stoop to inspect it
it might be glued or just tossed.

Then a girl appeared
on the front stoop of a row house
on a sweltering July night
before the second great war.

There was no air conditioning
so she could not sleep
but she could sit and listen
to the cries from the factories

And follow the metallic puffs floating
above the river in Manayunk
and dream of where she’d rather be
years before she gave birth to me.

 

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Refiling the Refined

How do the highly refined do it?
I listen to them, watch closely
and find nothing incongruous.
Shucked of all coarseness,
seemingly free of appetite,
curiosity about the Dollar Store.

They leave the impression of being
naturally combed through but
I want to believe that stuck
on the remotest of country roads
they might just spit or (egads!)
stoop to nearly pick a nose.

 

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