Dailies 3/14/17: a migrant poem, the life of a poet, August in South Georgia & Hamburger Heaven

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Ronald Wallace – Hamburger Heaven

Tonight we find them again,
parked under the stars
(no one ever
eats inside in Heaven),
beeping the tired carhop
with her pageboy and mascara
for a paper boat of French fries

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Sandra Simonds – August in South Georgia 

Why do I drink so much gin? Has something to do
with the way they burn the trees down here on either
side of the highway. Man selling boiled peanuts,

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Joy Katz – Poem

We should not have produced all this life.
Let’s say I am
in a state of heightened attentiveness.
Is this my gift? Do I take your head in my hands

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Miguel M. Morales – This Is a Migrant Poem

This is a migrant poem
a farmworking poem, a poem that covers itself
in long sleeves to avoid the burning sun.

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