Month: July 2021

Last night, far from shore, 
and ringed by roiling water,
I sensed a gentle wind
calling me towards the shallows.
In the morning, 
I searched the papers
for some sort of hidden meaning;

they think they killed you, Stan Swamy,
but I can still hear you breathing.

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Just a week ago,
my mother called to say 

my father had fallen again;
they were taking things day-by-day.

Life’s hard enough in the end,
the way we all slip and weaken—

how could they make Stan Swamy
pass his last months in prison?

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