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Jun 282010
 

by Joseph Fergson


Backpack brimming cheap

Bread,

Engulfed by hungry fowl

Honking,

She coddles like babies.

“Don’t worry,”

Her voice soft down,

“It’s just a noise.”

Behind her

A great dam

Built before the divorce

Of beauty and function,

Looms like

Aztec stone, and.

Above,

The churning

Gray nebula

Of autumn skies.