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THE RACE
GEOGRAPHY
Don Schaeffer
(Blueline Poetry Forum)
My dream of piloting an aerodynamic will never do;
this fascination with dead ends, ditches--
black eyed susans all mirrors
of themselves, maps that are not universal
but connections between the space of our arms.
I consider my fallacy with wings;
the violet tip of a blackbird,
how he strides easily through his own
conception of distance, elbow room,
& God carving the moon on highway 39; well
not behind fogged glass.
The window cracked sees all I want it to;
jewels turning up on everything small.
Nicole Poirier
(PenShells)
I am feeling
like I was in deep space
without a suit
by the time I reach
the two hour point.
It’s coming fast I say
although I am alone.
My legs nearly collapse
each time I swing
one behind the other.
My determination is
violent already. The darkness
now touches the bottom
of the trees. The wind
begins its ascent.
The possibility of light
and warmth seems more remote
as I approach the terminus
but even silence and dark
seems better than this.
It overtakes me with a gush
and I can’t see how
I can pull the strings of my life
together. It’s as if something
untangled the bands.
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