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Poetry of Issue #8        Page 67

ferns a memoriam

ferns a memoriam
in the room of you

the four walls    the plaster    so what
we would have had a life
together not just be alive
                                              so what

I’ve learned to lose the leaves
the old days
   reminisce in new nostalgia
created from a new & better era

my body alcohol’s punching bag
but the nights!    no straight-edge
James    nerdy
                        yes but one that
lets me lets me lets me
grieve in the light

  James Croal Jackson