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BUT THAT’S NOT EVERYTHING

~ Jnana Hodson ~ Leave a comment

in the median strip of Route 17 just north of Pennsylvania
Paula and I found a road map of Fayette County, Tennessee
“you wanna talk about getting lost?”

all these vehicles entering a busy traffic circle
are just a matter of shuffling cars . as the matron confided,
“Harry and I used to go down to Buffalo” to do this or do that

careening along curving roads, I saw the moon
swallowed and released over mountains . “she’s
a nice girl who does well in school, but that’s not everything”

or we could have just stopped at a
BAR DINING ROOM
flashing in orange and green neon

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DOWNHILL FROM THE HEART

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Beethoven’s chamber pot beside the piano
revealed a man truly engrossed in his work
when there was nothing else to touch.

Not even another Zelda Fitzgerald, seeking
a Daddy-Daddy-Daddy who
never was what she’s expected
nor was I.

It was all downhill
from the heart.

She rather melted away, like the music,
at the end of the page,

while I expected another.

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REGARDING THE GATE HOUSE AT BLODGETT’S CANAL AND LOCKS

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Thoreau turned upstream on the Merrimack
rather than to the ocean

before heading back

~*~

needles and rotting leaves
the floor of the stream steep
water the color of tea

it’s a dangerous
river that was home

shores denuded
when tall pines older than the railroad
were felled to make way
for fiber optic cable

they say you log on
in its branching current

owls and herons take him away
above the hydroelectric turbines

~*~

landing adventurously
perhaps to shout

I remember where you are

the cuisine isn’t that much different
than our second city together

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WITH FINGERS AS THICK AS HOT DOGS

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Resting on the park bench, she complained
she couldn’t keep pace with her children.

When the seven-year-old pest returned,
demanding, “Ma, give me money”

for a cola, she complied,
thinking it love.

~*~

She couldn’t touch her toes.

~*~

Her legs pushed away from each other, yet

in her cotton dress, unexpectedly
as she swatted a fly, she began to float

and meticulously shrank from sight,
bouncing along the horizon.

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ALWAYS WASH THOSE HANDS

~ Jnana Hodson ~ Leave a comment

and that’s the really frightening thing
the bomb-sniffing dog
on the way to the Laundromat, before

~*~

I’ve had enough this season
to satisfy my sensibilities
though it’s still unseasonably warm
and raining

lingering
over
food

this buzzing
finds pollen
wherever
our sun warms

~*~

yet to the Appropriate Authorities
Immigration and Naturalization Service, the United States Government

unrelated by family or livelihood
my next-door neighbor
together on numerous occasions
I further state
intelligent, industrious, socially responsible
capable of

very truly yours,
the prodigal son, without the dissipation

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