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Cover image: Under the Ice
by Elizabeth Yamin
(Flashe on paper,
mounted on canvas,
diptych 11' X 30')
2013
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Full Moon Reveals All
(for Sarah Spieldenner)
A full Moon lights the world tonight,
cutting a swath through reality.
Four plastic chairs bend in prayer
around a plastic table:
“Please, Moon, grant us sunsets,
so people come out and sit on us.”
“Blessed are the cheap and uncomfortable,”
the understanding Moon intones,
“for they, too, shall be sat upon.”
A yoke of lovers tiptoe down the road
from ticking car to sleeping house,
a pair of sneakers in one hand,
each other’s, in the other.
They laugh because the road’s so rough,
because the world is bright and clear,
because they have a secret.
Naughty Moon blankets Mother Cow
and, bending to a floppy ear,
whispers the lovers’ secret.
Ear gives a twitch, but Cow sleeps on.
Can nothing lift this placid beast
from her complacency?
Having tired of chairs and cows
and of the needful human race,
Moon draws a cloud across her face
and turns to secrets of her own.
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Ron Singer © 2018
---- New Works Review, Fall 2008;
Look to Mountains, Look to Sea, River Otter Press 2015
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Broccoli Rabe, Broccoli Rasta
…sang the radio in Accra,
as we bumped along from where to where.
“What’s that?” I asked the driver.
“It sounds like reggae, but …”
“Ivoirien reggae.”
“Ohhh, that’s why … ah ha.”
On the day I broke my foot,
lost an eye, and didn’t say
“Good morning” to my wife,
Leo, three, grinned at me.
“Grandpa,” he said.
“What is it, my dear?”
“Broccoli Rabe, Broccoli Rasta.”
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Ron Singer © 2018
--Grey Sparrow, 2012;
River Poets Journal
(postcard poems), 2014;
Poetry Atlas, 2015
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