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This Day's Poem   tdp021307

 21

 As the Desk Lamp Flickers


 All day yesterday
    mists of rain,
 and late in the day
    heavier rain;
 and this morning
          who he 'ou
          who he 'ou
       from before sunrise
       and after sunrise
       between the buildings:
             the north side
                   of this one
          and the south side
                   of that one
          merely a   red zone away:
             gusts of wind
                modulating
          wave after wave after wave
                like a rush of demons
                or ghosts of the dead
                or the end of
                      the known world
             who you
             who you
                   who youuuuuu beeeee
                                be you
                                be you
                                be you
                   whoooooo
                      heeee
                            who he
                            who he
                            who he
                      hyouuuuuuu
                whoooooo
 And I here--
    knees up
    under half a comforter--
 my back, neck, head
    resting against pillows
          four deep,
 listening:
       who you
             youuu weee
                      hyewww-ew-'ou
                      hwitcha-ah-ahhhhhh:
 deciding then
    to get up again,
       squinting at
          the 7:30
       in the glare from
                      my cell
                      widget:
             whooooooooo
                       hewwwwwwwwww
                      hewwwwwwwwww
                      hew-ee-ew
                                  you it
                                  you it
                                  you it
             youuuuuuu

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Brian A. J. Salchert