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a belated touché for d.a.levy
by Kent Taylor



you can watch the ones who
didn't move fast enough
they are dying
& they are called Poets
-- d.a.levy

Antares guided you home
the month
of the day
of the dead
1968
when you stumbled
into your shadow

no one was quick enough
to keep the sun
overhead
in Cleveland

two thousand miles and
sixteen Novembers
west
the night still yields
reluctantly

i only see
what your shadow covered
at noon
a bloody flag
left as a bookmark
inscribed fuck it goodbye


~kent taylor