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Saturday, October 11, 2008
Depression in Ft. Atkinson, Wisconsin
Remember our pale, blue
picket fence, Dad?
We painted it,
as good as new.
You stepped on the gas
instead of braking,
shot the Chevy thru.
(First published in
Poetry Salzburg Review
No. 2, Winter 2001/02)
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