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Poem by Kate Greathead
"Hudson River Town"
It used to be like this, an Indian man says:
As many stars as there were in the sky
There were campfires below, families
huddled around
His ancestors passed this image down
Using their
tongues
Yesterday the neighbors (the ones we don't like)
cut down our tree Our tree!
Its absence is disconcerting-too much light
It was struggling not dead
My mother says
Writing an angry letter
There are still woods
Pockets of
nature-unfettered
Brooks-loose and lazy
Tumbling down to the mother
Majestic and serene
At night teenagers accumulate to drink
And copulate
and in the early morning
Old ethnic men-tiny
and concave
Lean out window sills clutching cigarettes
The last hurrah!
As families-in big cars-wait to pounce
A deer on the Aqueduct
Flusters joggers
by Kate Greathead
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