baldly is scary

by Jefferson Hansen

      our necks trained
         into spasms
       beside rivers
  draining not into but
            next to
                  polluted ocean
    in a parallel
               zone not
of our making
   but of our
         doing
                   dinging
this will end
                     my child, no worries, no
& then we will
      miss it terribly
                because
                          memory stopped being
reality stopped being
       a dream last week
                and is now
             its barren
     self
                 just is
                      not meaning
          like you & me
my child
    so bare to each other
seeing so baldly is scary
yes
sometimes

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Jefferson Hansen runs this blog and is the editor of AlteredScale.com. Jazz Forms, a selection of his jazz-influenced poems, appeared from Blue Lion in 2009.