What to do

What to do

With dead malls

That had

Broad support

Banking on

Today for

Tomorrow

The beginning

Of the end of

Modern romance

Tom McGlynn

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The Delaware

The Delaware

Is blue

And red

This morning

In light- yellow

Suspended

The green

Bridge- rusted

Orange bolts

Strain in

Flooding violets

Tom McGlynn

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Eventually extinguished

Eventually extinguished

By the sea I

Clothed in surface

Tension

Place my palms

On every sure

Warming to

Each swell

Newly landed

Tom McGlynn

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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

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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

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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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