Best Poem of S.J. Goldner

in the
dumb city dawn
i am witness to the brutes
with their false copy-cat personas
that they bought two-for-one
down at the corner store.

i am
illumined and drawn
to the sun, as the pigeons, the poppyknots
vibrate the subterranean movement:
a division deep under ocean.

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The Yard Cat
If your cat stays at the sliding glass door, stares - oh she stares -
feeling like a slave when indoors
you might have on your hands, a yard cat for sure!

Indifferent to you & your affairs,
she'll sit & she'll stare till you open the door
Scurrying out—in need of a stretch—
hind limbs first, then front, she . . .
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