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from "Aftermath: Kite But the thought is only paper after all a soul that clings to a stick, tears open, shred as if it's flung to the ground in a final shiny fall and at last the line goes limp, the climbing ends Beyond the rush & sweep, an arc of silence though a mind imagined this flight, & proved it once.
Heard Gilbert speak and read and then ran to get her collection. This poem, about George W. Bush's colonoscopy scopy is one of my favorite. "Welcome to the presidential gut," #poems#poetry
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