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Monday, March 28, 2016

A Man I Knew

One of the last few embers
smoldering in a fire dying
on the edge of dry fields

a red scarf, baronesque,
snaked around his neck one winter meltdown,
burning up in self-righteous anger
he said against the January blue

power lines through his head and this little westward plane
shining in the last light’s day
exiting his ear, shivering in the shade,
a chaste Elvis of the Appalachians

where mothers saw their lovely summers
twirled their gypsy robes
and left daughters withering
in his shadow
as days grew longer and cold.

He was one I wanted to make
proud to know me

to see everything he saw in the dark

the zebras of the carousel

the housewives with their parasols.

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