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TV Poem

TV Poem political dishwater thrown from the TV all of us covered with debris smelling of someone else’s point of

For Larry Yeatman I was walking Larry out my back door to his old Buick and there— in my drive—

Even toward its center, the lake is growing shallow, farmland it had mercilessly flooded now fighting back, rebellion stoked by

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fire engines whistles-lights-bells flashing red all over the night trip to rescue dampen contain this combustible fallen world this collapsed

She was lost and lonely and You found her She was funny and spirited and You liked her

Here I am Redundant, an Andy Warhol poster A few smears of new thought for variety Here I am

Saturday You will hold a candle, Protect the flame with your palm. Some will carry signs, “Stand For Peace”; There

The dimpled water can’t decide On inscrutable green Or metallic gray. The sky, a quilt of whites, grays, Patches

the reign in Spain drives me insane the moon jumped over the cow spilling milky light did you ever hop