Classic Poem

How did you suffer the surety
bond analyses, Wally, the arid
actuarial certainty undergirding

the premiums, metaphorically
rubbing epaulettes with those
for whom weather was never red,

beaches were barqueless, devoid
of phosphor, the mangroves
and the palms nowhere near,

the nothing there not there,
and there was only one way
of looking at birds of any color?











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