“Arrest”

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A poem. Listen here to the reading by my good friend, Robert.

~

What do you do
when arrested by

steel cuffs clapped on the wrist bone?

her eyes?

notice of severance?

the sweet, gurgling brook?

her death?

a stranger tapping your shoulder?

the fangs of the beast?

baby’s coo?

your failing heart?

the shotgun crack of strong words,

or some other weapon?

a sidewalk bakery?

wounded hands, feet and side?

Have you learned
a response?

Do you reject
the ache
of unbidden reality?

Do you ignore
the possibility
of life
interjecting?

Or
are the gray days
redeemed
by a
starker
color?

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