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Article: Sweet.(Poem)
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- Poetry
- Article date:
- November 1, 2006
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Sweet
Linda
said my mother when the buildings fell,
before, you understand, we knew a thing
about the reasons or the ways
and means,
while we were still dumbfounded, still
bereft of likely narratives, We cannot
continue to live in a world where we
have so much
and other people have so little.
Sweet, he said.
Your mother's wrong but sweet, the world
has never self-corrected,
you Americans break my heart.
Our possum--she must be hungry or
she wouldn't venture out in so
much daylight--has found
a way to maneuver on top of the snow.
Thin crust. Sometimes her foot ...