In The Dark Days Of The
Obama Presidency It
was a wicked, crawling-out-of-the-grave recession. The
country had missing eyebrows, Toes breaking out of shoes. Houses
moan where families were thrown away like trash, The
unemployed swept off Like
cottonwood fluff filling June skies. The
night opens its mouth Like
the uncanny Henry Fonda in Young Mr.
Lincoln As
the starched white shirt of the moon Lights upon the bluebells. 28 June 2010 [Published in The Groundless Ground: Poems 2010-2014. © 2014 by Jim
Cohn.] |
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