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A Poem For Friday
03 Aug 2007 05:00 pm
You think, living in this town, no one's at war
because of how we all respect savage flowerings
for instance, or the queer biker who walks a stranger
to the curb because the wind is lit up from some strange
cellar to make us late. We think we belong
where we are better known.
I ride my bike. I ride my bike through speeds
like flavors, unzip the mile-long zipper that cinches
the street and bay together.
Fletcher names it the Bay of Take What's Left.
But I have seen mornings when all the bay could do
was give nothing but proof of gold
unwaving. Gold, going on without us.
- Michael Klein, "Proof Of Gold."
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