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The Bear

The Bear
Troyer saw the bear
in his field, the second
bear he’d seen
in his eighty-four years,
our neighbors
down Dana Road
didn’t see the bear
in their yard, but found
their feed barrel ransacked
in the night. The guy
on the hunting land
behind their trailer
saw the bear
stand up on its hind legs
and take a look
through the window
of their truck. Continue reading
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The Poetry Factory
At the Poetry Factory
we put ourselves out
like a piece of meat
on display in a butcher case. Continue reading
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5:00 A.M.

5:00 A.M.
A hint that the day
has begun
are the dove’s
coo from the dawn’s
dark magic
where eyes seek
things not there. Continue reading




