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Happenings


Anthony Gorman©️Hands in the Garden

It is all too dreadful
anymore. anymore
she climbed up looking for
answers stored
from when she was 17. 17 forever and all too dreadful
here and now. she saw shooting stars at 22. 22 with child.

A child with child
she watched
a hospital roommate manuever a babe.
she trembled. she trembled for those in the world.

It is all too dreadful
anymore. anymore
i climb up into my head
for answers stored
from when i was 32. 32 tears
streaming to cleanse fears
strobing as disco balls.
i laid down, down, down
trembling for the world.

It is all too dreadful
anymore. anymore
i climb up into my head looking
for answers stored
from when i was 52. 52 years
to rid my past
of answers never met.

I am trembling
for us in the world.

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