Drawing by Judith Wolfe
C. MULROONEY

Poem


      void

      void of all dispersals
      in the winter's coming gale
      or something Sunday pale
      like anything reversals

      make for another shore
      like birds famishing there
      in bushes and midair
      behind and before

      qualitudes beatities
      bamboozlings and quares
      where any dares
      forego the inanities

      positions postitioning
      the carriage trade
      where any ready-made
      trifling pause to sing

      here they come o hear
      with radar and bands
      in all hands
      surrounding their cheer


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