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Jul 2022
Lineman

You ride the poles of my
electric memory.  I feel
your grip on the wires
of my need.

I mourne at last your
absence.  The pulse
Is faint now.  You will climb
the last time soon
to dry the lines, wipe
the torn wires

and stop the
pulsing
of
your

aching name.

The pounding code
of a life

overturned.



Caroline Shank
Caroline Shank
Written by
Caroline Shank  77/F/Wisconsin
(77/F/Wisconsin)   
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