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Posted in pick 52

Bypass
ii.

today
the old men smile,
dog-day sun
reminding them
of everything
that used to be
ahead.

old women hum
and think of nights
they might have danced
instead of
slept—
impossible

to know the air
we breathe
or

are we
breath?





212/365

Posted in pick 52

Flatland
ii.



Swarming into the future
like dragonflies—
Thoughts can be pretty or
ugly as hell.



A silver battalion
charging the windows,
they try to get in
where the old ladies
separate string and the
old men sand wood blocks.



Mosquito hawks.
says one old woman.
We used them for bait
when I still had my leg.






211/365

Posted in pick 52

Flatland
i.

You are old,
farm truck. Traffic has
no time for you. Hay
bales, farmhands,
cattle,

gone.

I want to chase the suns
you’ve seen. Explore
your wooden panels—

Everything
that touched you.

I want to know
why sitting at
this stoplight
makes me
cry.