Dailies 3/13/17: America, lobsters, the Afterlife, & something moving crabwise across the snow

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Andrew Motion – Fog in Naskeag Harbor

 

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When we had done our business with the lobster-man
choosing our dinner from dozens of creatures packed
in a fiberglass tank in his garage, their pincers pinched
in plastic bands but all visibly sensible and frustrated,

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James Allen Hall – Afterlife

We’re not from here. We don’t aria, we warble.
We wore suits to get here, rumpled by the hot car ride.
Pumped our own gas. In Heaven two days,

still the custom shirtlessness offends.  Like it’s the g-d
French Rivera. (You say it yours.  We’ll say it the right way.)
Nor do we au revoir. We eat without speaking, hunched over

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Maxime Kumin – The Presence

Something went crabwise
across the snow this morning.
Something went hard and slow
over our hayfield.

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Dean Rader – America, I do not call your name without hope

America, I do not call your name without hope
not even when you lay your knife
against my throat or lace my hands
behind my back, the cuffs connecting

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