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barber pole I stood in front of
barber pole I stood in front of
as a boy, the new housing project,
as a boy, the new housing project,
chain-lined walks, blacktop sweat,poverty just a spelling word.</poem></div>
chain-lined walks, blacktop sweat,
poverty just a spelling word.</poem>
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her hands pathetic wild birds,
a wooden man plods from
the house of his single mind.
At such times, when the cover
is torn off catalog comforts
and nothing grown seems full,</poem></div>
 
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the child sliding head-first
into home, center of a good idea,
dustily rises, clear on the score,
and the words that passed for life
go in one ear and out the other,
a naughty habit never broken.
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« The Mailer ReviewVolume 13 Number 1 • 2019 »
Written by
Sal Cetrano
Note: For David Koresh
URL: http://prmlr.us/mr13cet1
The Child
Sal Cetrano

For years I’ve tried to bury
the child in me: that last proud
barber pole I stood in front of
as a boy, the new housing project,
chain-lined walks, blacktop sweat,
poverty just a spelling word.

her hands pathetic wild birds,
a wooden man plods from
the house of his single mind.
At such times, when the cover
is torn off catalog comforts
and nothing grown seems full,

the child sliding head-first
into home, center of a good idea,
dustily rises, clear on the score,
and the words that passed for life
go in one ear and out the other,
a naughty habit never broken.

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