Just in

Just in

And half

Frozen

How did

We ever

Become

A country

Indifferent

To itself

Is it still

A work

In progress

Or a missal

Without knowing

It’s address

Tom McGlynn

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Light on the river

Light on the river

Electrically fades

This morning when

Naïve current

Would spend

Over the spillway

Too old

For industry

Tom McGlynn

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A single-engine plane

A single-engine plane

Hung across

Alone bending

November air

Coughing up

Oily notes

Emptying dawn

Lately pretty

Full of passage

Tom McGlynn

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To Whom

To Whom

Should I

Address

What has

Been running

Away for years

I didn’t

Until yesterday

Know what

You were

Made of

Tom McGlynn

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I wouldn’t

I wouldn’t

Recommend starting

Your day with

A survey

At the end

Of each year

This extended

Comment period

Tastes like metal

Foiled designs which

Really stand out

How well

You know this

Early exposure

Is your new name

Tom McGlynn

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So much

So much

Has piqued

My interest

At present

That I have

Finally trapped

Any effort

To understand

The earliest

Author and

Put that baby
To rest

Tom McGlynn

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He’s grown

He’s grown

Into his mother’s

Quiet desperation

Her islands

At the side 

Of the bed

Of tidal, and novel

Theories

His reader digests

The cabin

Surmounting

The fever

Crests of after

Noon

Tom McGlynn

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Once again

Once again

This was

Written for

Someone I believed

To be in

Their own simplicity

In this case meant

Bending earthward

To think out days

Yet to fly

My animal stares

Restless, grieving

Over and over

The starting place

Tom McGlynn

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When waked

When waked

Just then

Recounting all

An ark of scenes

Weighing worth

Or worthless dreams

My square

Of canvas

Straining to

What waked itself

Another day

Tom McGlynn

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You walk up

You walk up

On the unmade

Bed of glacier

A stone score

Keyed to

Shaggy bark

Wind swept

Of its leaves

Lichened in

The afternoon

Falling down

To melted light

Which way

Will take

You home

Tom McGlynn

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Compelled as

Compelled as

I am

To take private

Grounds for

Public use

Our national

Character

Just colonized

My imminent

Domain

Even as

The staunchest

Folk song

In honor of

Lost wilderness

Whistles between

Both ears

Tom McGlynn

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Sunken

Sunken

My wilder body

Little pools

Of light

Stuck in

A syrupy smoke

A great love

Has to start

Somewhere

Tom McGlynn

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A thin wall

A thin wall

Lies 

Deeply disturbed

Eyes already spent

A good part of

The mourning

Even, as we were

Flooding

So many compartments

One by one

Tom McGlynn

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From the first

From the first

Vertical wardrobe

Pulling it

All together

Stock at the

Charity shop

Was a dry

Cleaning business

Outside my full-length

Mirrors lack eyes

Quoting and digging

A blind, quoggy spot

Tom McGlynn

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Are worlds

Are worlds

A less bright

Rich remembrance

Feeling poorly

I seldom leave

The place where

I live

Generations assemble

At the finish line

The quiet ones

Just getting

On with it

Tom McGlynn

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Why you should

Why you should

Pour yourself

A glass of water

On your most

Productive days

What I’m seeing

Stood by

The window

Are birds, leaves

And sun

Not necessary

In that order

Tom McGlynn

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A musty read

A musty read

The lack

Of binding

At this moment

We can no

Longer admire

November so

A saved date

Seeing as

The bulwarks

Of downed leaves

Barely contain

The itching wind

All full and

Pressing

Tom McGlynn

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