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Two Poems by Michael Hoerman

Sta­lac­tites In the cave, my friend J.C., Whose father wouldn’t claim him, Broke sta­lac­tites with his fin­gers. He caught a white cave­fish, car­ried it In cupped hands until clear water ran out, Then bashed it bloody with a rock. He pulled out the pack … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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