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The poetry starts out
Uplifting and leaning at
Just the right angle and tempo
Into a story that may have
A lesson attached to it
You feel safe and content
Now it takes a twist to
Something or somewhere
With no explanation
No logic can sort out
This metamorphosis into
Deviation and never land
It can and usually does
Jump again and then
Abruptly slides into a finish
If there is a Guggenheim Award
On the wall
The work is proclaimed genius
I feel abused and short changed
Full moons are beautiful
I don’t want to leave them
For pigeons who are disguised
As missionaries
Who meet way up north
In the land of Svithjod
To compare notes
On mushrooming
It’s just not me
By Steve Haarman
03/10/12
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