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FIVE POEMS

 

 

I'm Driving

 

I'm driving from the back seat
have to dive over the front seat
to get to the brakes and there's glass
on the floor from my freak-out fury

Attach an email printout to your naked hip
to show how pissed-off you are

We stayed at a farm called North Farm
You can't name it "Dolittle"
after the farm-to-market road

Drought may be "broken"
by El Niño rain
cold front
contrails
bubbly birthday wine

Why did you     no don't say it

"Catastrophic global disruptions"
predicted by 2100

 

 

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