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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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