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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The Groundless Ground: Poems 2010-2014
(MAP Publications, 2014)

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