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JANUARY 9  BLUES
	
	Blue on a day
	gorgeous as a
	
	Polio cell and
	as invasive,
	
	dangerous. The
	life cycle of 
	
	the Polio virus
	enters a human
	
	nerve cells,
	intriguing as 
	
	blue flowers,
	a sapphire 
	
	ornament 
	hanging from 
	
	a tree, as harm-
	less as a 
	
	suave lover 
	who sweeps a
	
	damaged woman
	into his arms,
	
	invades, gives
	her family rings,
	
	leaves her
	paralyzed

2.

	an iron lung.
	I'm trapped.
	
	You'd think I
	couldn't breathe
	
	without it,
	paralyzed by
	
	some virus, 
	my legs not
	
	my legs. No 
	need for a new 
	
	Bloomingdale's
	velvet jacket.
	
	Might as well
	have as Polio
	
	hospitals did,
	a notice: "all
	
	visitors must
	receive permission
	
	to enter"



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THESE JANUARY BLUES

	colorless sky
	
	hanging on 
	like the last leaf
	on the tree
	I don't know
	
	the name of
	once full of
	singing birds,
	now ragged,
	
	torn shells 
	about to be
	flint from
	all that 
	
	nourished,
	held it

2.
	
	half song,
	
	only the blues,
	the glass
	
	half empty
	the no color
	
	pewter, darker
	inside, more
	
	ragged than the
	grey land-
	
	scape, naked
	trees jut
	
	against 
	ragged antlers

3.
	
	these blues,
	like any shade
	under the pentimento,
	the lines you almost
	but can't make
	out. Shadowy, a
	wash that clouds,
	camouflaging.
	Must be high art
	since lately 
	anything clear,
	anything you can
	touch, doesn't
	seem to matter

copyright LYN LIFSHIN

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SUBWAY, JANUARY
	
	I can tell,
	it's the blue beret,
	the woman who sings
	at poetry open readings.
	Always an Irish song,
	always at the free
	Kennedy Center
	6 PM concerts.
	"It's Jesus," she
	said last time, 
	"he got me thru.
	I don't go to doctors.
	Jesus and a little 
	Glucosamine. You
	know I was run
	over by a bus,
	left on pavement.
	Doctors tried 
	to lift me to a stretcher.
	Jesus," I said, "that's
	all I want. These
	doctors, with their
	medicine, I was
	broken, I couldn't
	move but I wouldn't
	take their pills,
	the doctors, forget
	them, only faith
	heals"


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