Sunday, April 10, 2016

April Poem #9: coverage


remember how it took
one person to hold the ladder?
another to climb up to the roof?
third on the outside looking in?
fourth to yell directions, 'left!'
'right! not that much right! left!'
'yes!', 'no, no!', 'hold it!', 'perfect!'?

and the moire would turn into
perfect coverage of hum log,
flash gordon and telematches?
where is the antenna to help fix
the picture of a life 
that has lost vertical hold?

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