not beaten

grief came here
and I fed it poetry
every word
a great flood of recollection
so many false shops
the blind side of
the housewife
flitting sideways
with swollen eyes
aggressive fragrances
bursting above
the smell of summer
when his ghosts came home
blue verses
called from everywhere
you have forgotten
to sing

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