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NauenThen

Poem of the Week

Petrifed Cactus: a poem of the pandemic

 

he's an innocent bystander

in his own life

 

so many invisible things

to not think about

 

& one that I think about all the time

& I long for the day

 

when that line will need a gloss

Buster's ashes & my father

 

are invisible things

but one that won't go away

 

naming them

inflamed them

 

perhaps America will have an idea

perhaps not.

 

perhaps Melville is

as much evil as I can face

 

is Lefty black inside?

is culture the past?

 

if nothing follows

can we live it up?

 

like the people with AIDS who spent everything

& then didn't die

 

I can't get over the wall because I only ever learned

to go straight at it

 

I need to be

no longer dead

 

 

May 2020

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