Kathryn Gahl

By Now

In Uncategorized on January 28, 2016 at 3:37 pm

By now

so many poems

are needed


each a droplet

of dirt

in the river

the ocean

the fierce snow


the collapsed moral

that made us think

we could take the


earth when it was

not ours

for the taking


but for the giving

the breathing

that watershed of

gratitude when


musical notes

like piano, bass, and drums

sang the sky

before the worry

the waterfall of pain


from the suicides

the homeless

the ex-lovers


parched for love

and filled with longing

mournful and


reaching for the high notes


the bottom note


the sudden stop

dead air

verbal explosion


in a water bath

of positive and negative

that end


in battery,

assault, Trump,

this violent


seizing and

apoplectic greed.




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