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Cameron Mount, US
 

 

 

 

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The Diner, April 2010

 

Cups hanging from pegs
behind the diner counter
Some pegs are empty

Locals sit silent
heads down and remembering.
Coffee black as ash

 

 

The Day the Sun Moved East

 

This one day I swear the sun moved
east. I was sitting under an oak tree
on Boston Common reading Williams
aloud to myself, gathering stares
like merit badges—sidelong glances
of brown-bag bank managers lunching
liquid at nearby tables, concerned
gawks of social activists scheduling
action, gaped-mouth mothers
muttering—when noon struck once
and shadows shifted west instead
of east, and noon was struck again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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