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29.1
Juliet Patterson
Iteration (I)The rain is perfect, but a spokesman from the Office of Tourism has on a grey suit & is always angry.
In the rain, people say things like, I’m afraid of the traffic & they laugh into life beyond themselves.
It seems to be spring, but save for the light of haze at your back, there is no sky, only the tree spreading its flair like a new habit.
The green spring, and the flowers of June there, twisted sideways, the new bolt.
Meanwhile, the Presidential election season begins & the Blue Light Special goes public.
Under a black umbrella, our President’s marriage carries a stable freshness up the arrogant steps of the museum.
It’s summer now. I turn off the T.V.
I turn off the oven.
Meanwhile, a woman jumps in front of a train.
She was probably drunk & maybe stupid.
Still, I think we owe her some sympathy.
You were undressing. Your head was fire.
