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The first stanza of today’s selection by Jim Moore (1943-) could be a heartbreaking poem unto itself.

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“Love in the Ruins”

1

I remember my mother toward the end,

folding the tablecloth after dinner
so carefully,
as if it were a flag
of a country that no longer existed,
but once had ruled the world.

2

7 A.M. and the barefoot man

leaves his lover’s house
to go back to his basement room
across the alley. I nod hello,
continuing to pick
the first small daffodils
which just yesterday began to bloom.

3

Helicopter flies overhead

reminding me of that old war
where one friend his life,
one his mind,
and one came back happy
to be missing only an unnecessary finger.

4

I vow to write five poems today,

look down and see a crow
rising into thick snow on 5th Avenue
as if pulled up by invisible strings,
and already
there is only one to go.

5

Survived

another winter; my black stocking cap,
my mismatched gloves,
my suspicious, chilly heart.
___________

from Invisible Strings, Graywolf Press, 2011

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