a watermark

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when we survive

Submitted: May 21, 2013

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Submitted: May 21, 2013




Randy's mouth was a ravaged scene

with a few splintered fenceposts sticking up

here and there.

he let me ahead of him in line--

he'd forgotten the milk.

i marvel at a broken-mouthed man being so gallant

and imagine he lost his teeth in a bet with an ogre,

or very bad insurance.

some forty years back

during the industrial bloom

the Mad River boiled up

over the electric lines and factory roofs.

the machines became bloated with dead fish

and never ran again.

Randy himself was pulled from a treetop by a helicopter

although he doesn't remember rightly

seeing as he was so young;

that was one of the best days of my life right there, he says

days like that are history,

they don't happen until very suddenly and then

all at once

the world is a whole different place.

Randy fishes out some change for the cashier

and looks forward to walking through

the next parting sea,

automatic doors.


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