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Lexington Poetry Month

On the Day There Was No Good News 


You were a paper doll,
a plastic horse in a boy’s hand.
You were the painting
of a sideways woman.
Nice to look at and not so tall.

You need a fried oyster
on the end of a fork.
You need to move home.
“Only in the south,” you say
“is one fully arranged.”

2 responses to “On the Day There Was No Good News ”

  1. Douglas E. says:

    Wow. From start to finish this poem is perfect.


  2. Jim Lally says:

    I agree with Douglas
    Like the way the you is personified
    by gothic quote at the end

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