HISTORY IS SILENT
I stand all day on a corner of the avenue of ghosts.
You never know who the assassin might be.
The family I used to visit no longer exists.
A man wearing a Spanish cloak just like mine
wonders when it’s going to happen to him.
Maybe the rain answers, maybe not.
STRANDED
I study my reflection in the window of the butcher. The trains that leave the city empty return empty as well. Does the sound of sobbing mean what I think it does? People who were born here exchange knowing glances. Tomorrow’s paper may carry news of a terrible accident. For now, it’s night and raining, and somewhere lovers are blowing smoke rings into the dark.
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Howie Good, a journalism professor at SUNY New Paltz, is the author of the full-length poetry collections LovesickHeart With a Dirty Windshield (Press Americana, 2009), (BeWrite Books, 2010), and Everything Reminds Me of Me (Desperanto, 2011).
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