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……………………………………………………(w/Martin Puryear exhibit in mind)

We are all that we have
Dark shadows billowing past the
Stark architecture  of bent wood

The otherness of others
Doesn’t bother us here
In our safe cocoon of One

Where we avert the glances
Of old Asian security guards
Warning us not to touch

This is where we examine the separation
Of nature from natural
Comparing the timber’s abstractions

Surrounded by fallen branches
Nothing may we touch here
But each other.

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ABOVE THE CEMENT by Joie Cook

She walks,
Her tombstone eyes
Buried in the concrete
Past New Orleans potholes
From Chippewa Street
Down to Napoleon Avenue

She is the anonymous necromantic
Searching through telephone directories
For relatives and lovers who could steal her ideas
And later ride the St. Charles streetcar
Where old men twitch away the flies
And mumble about corruption.

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