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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" copyright LYN LIFSHIN |
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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" copyright LYN LIFSHIN |
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