Dream Song 329 [On the day Adrienne Rich died I take a walk

A Poem by Anon ymous

It’s a silent movie, a note taped to the fridge;
the late night bark of a dog that wants to be let out. It’s the to

and fro of an R & B song, the back and forth of a one-sided
conversation; independence from prime numbers and gravity.

There was the slow motion of uncertainty, sawdust and pool
chalk; dense clouds of smoke, hiked up skirts. It’s now; it’s this

piece of earth clenched in my fist. There was last call, last call,
and final chances; the soft amber glow of a first crush. It is now.

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