Red Herrings On Russ-er

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or…fire trucks are always russian around

baseball in Wrigley Field
under a high sky, I spy
as terrorist blue

too soon?
it’s September.
and damn near a generation

which isn’t to suggest
the bruise is any less tender
or recall fails to render
what shutters snapped that day

what vision then
led to this waypoint,
this collective conceit,
of need, greed, and self loathing

what tell in our American story
hints at this wash of vainglory
to be pulled apart in full flory
by a Pretender now running the

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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