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In fact
poetry
will not
strike
lightning
through
any
convoy of chickens


Today poems are like flags
flying on liquor store roof
poems are like baboons
waiting to be fed by tourists


& does it matter
how many metaphors
reach out to you
when the sun
goes down like
a stuffed bird in
tropical forest
of your solitude


In fact
poetry
will not
sing jazz
through
constricted mouth
of an anteater
no matter how many
symbols survive
to see the moon
dying in saw dust
of your toenail

Written by Jayne Cortez

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