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Evan Stephens
Poems
Jan 2020
Maple *****
The falsetto
"no no no"
shot down
the steepled
maple *****
into the walking line
by the metro.
How someone
got up there
we never knew, or
what made them yell.
I remember only
that the sky
was littered
with the wrecks
of clouds, and
it was a Friday
in winter.
We all stopped,
though we
saw nothing,
& then
it was over.
The grass
waved away
the watery
minutes,
& the sun
rolled loose
among the wrecks
in the blue ditch.
So we towered
over red tile
on the metro
platform,
hands heavy
with phones,
until the train
obliterated us
with its urgency.
Written by
Evan Stephens
44/M/DC
(44/M/DC)
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