The Sand Hill Review http://www.sandhillreview.org 2009
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Pantoum for a Dead Poet for
Stan Rice, in memory I've
misspelled a word in a poem I show him. Arc became He's dead
and on the page he's written criticism. What is the
dream of my dead mentor about. Arc became In the ark
of his office he said he'd dreamed in my voice. What is the
dream of my dead mentor about. I, not his
wife, seem to be the woman of his choice. In the ark
of his office he said he dreamed in my voice. In his
apartment I ask for a mentor and then we kiss. I, not his
wife, seem to be the woman of his choice but I have an old body, not at all
delicious. In his
apartment I ask for a mentor and then we kiss. Kiss must
mean something else because he's married and I have an old body, not at all
delicious. It's my
single pizza-eating daughter who shouldn't tarry. Kiss must
mean something else because he's married though his wife, who doesn't look like his
wife, is with another man. It's my
single pizza-eating daughter who shouldn't tarry. He wears two
ornate wedding rings on his right hand though his wife, who doesn't look like his
wife, is with another man. He'd just
lost a daughter when he showered praise. He wears two
ornate wedding rings on his right hand. Bypassing
death the arc of love restores what was. He'd just
lost a daughter when he showered praise. He's dead
and on the page he's written criticism. Bypassing
death the arc of love restores what was. I've
misspelled a word in a poem I show him. Phyllis Koestenbaum |
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