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			<title>Echoes</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2020 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p>&ldquo;Do the kitchen? I&rsquo;ll give you Swedish Fish!&rdquo;
<br>
I hear negotiations reach a peak,
<br>
numbers flying, the clatter of each dish&mdash;
<br>
the kids are home, visiting for the week.
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			<title>Reading the Signs</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2020 06:00:00 -0400</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p>So-and-so slept here, a date, a list
<br>
of battles fought&mdash;whatever they&rsquo;re about,
<br>
he reads them all, not just to get the gist
<br>
but top to bottom, loudly, calling out
<br>
excitedly, 
<em>listen to this, you guys</em>
,
<br>
to share with them this knowledge on display,
<br>
this one cool fact. The kids all roll their eyes&mdash;
<br>
<em>there goes Dad again</em>
&mdash;and walk away.
<br>
They&rsquo;ve tuned him out so often that I guess
<br>
he&rsquo;s background noise; they never catch the words,
<br>
he&rsquo;s like a soundtrack to their lives&mdash;no, less,
<br>
refrigerator hum, or maybe birds.
<br>
He keeps on reading&mdash;oblivious, content.
<br>
Maybe someday they&rsquo;ll know what he meant.
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			<title>The Doctor and the Patient in the Next Exam Bay</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 01 Mar 2020 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p>&ldquo;Sing it again,&rdquo; I want to ask them both
<br>
as I sit here alone behind mesh drapes
<br>
on paper drawn across a vinyl table&mdash;
<br>
easier to clean but somehow sticky,
<br>
not cold, instead uncomfortably warm,
<br>
as though I feel the heat of the last patients
<br>
(old man? sad woman?), as though they might be catching.
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			<title>Prop Tools</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 02 Mar 2017 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p>My friend the carpenter (no, not that one) 
<br>
Told me about a trick some workmen use.
<br>
They leave some tools around if they&rsquo;re not done&mdash;
<br>
Nothing that they can&rsquo;t afford to lose&mdash;
<br>
<br>
As if they&rsquo;ve gone for coffee or a snack,
<br>
Or an emergency&mdash;a roof with leaks.
<br>
They want to keep us thinking, &ldquo;They&rsquo;ll be back,&rdquo;
<br>
Despite the fact that days stretch into weeks.
<br>
<br>
But even if they do this to deceive,
<br>
They do it. They need us to think that they&rsquo;re 
<br>
Decent, the kind of men who wouldn&rsquo;t leave. 
<br>
That Skilsaw on the ground shows wear and tear,
<br>
A lot like faith. We need it. So do they.
<br>
A promise to believe in anyway.
<br>


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			<title>Paper Town</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 01 May 2014 00:00:00 -0400</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p><em>The fictional town of Agloe, New York, was invented as a</em>
<br>
<em>  copyright trap by cartographers to help track infringement.</em>
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			<title>Paper Town</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 01 Feb 2014 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p> People driving through look at the map, 
<br>
 the empty road, the map. They clean their glasses. 
<br>
 Not knowing anything about this trap,  
<br>
 nearby townsfolk shrug, when asked. Time passes. 
<br>
 
<br>
 Myths arise about the mill that closed, 
<br>
 families that were forced to move away. 
<br>
 All sorts of dire causes are supposed.  
<br>
 Day trips are planned, with cheese and Cabernet, 
<br>
 
<br>
 to find anything left behind, to scout  
<br>
 for cellar holes, chimneys, a single door. 
<br>
 Since it&rsquo;s a shame to let a town die out  
<br>
 like that, someone decides to build a store, 
<br>
 
<br>
 painted in weathered tones of creams and grays, 
<br>
 hoping to recall the halcyon days.
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			<title>The Perks</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jun 2008 00:00:00 -0400</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p> Why is Satan not too hot in hell? 
<br>
 He doesn&rsquo;t seem to suffer like the rest 
<br>
 Who languish there. You&rsquo;d almost say he&rsquo;s blessed, 
<br>
 He&rsquo;s acclimated to the place so well. 
<br>
  
<br>
 Perhaps he has a fast metabolism? 
<br>
 But he can&rsquo;t be impervious to heat- 
<br>
 That would be kind of silly and defeat 
<br>
 The purpose of this weather-changing schism. 
<br>
  
<br>
 No, there&rsquo;s a different way he disobeys- 
<br>
 An air-conditioned office where he stays, 
<br>
 A well-stocked mini-fridge that would entice 
<br>
 God himself-cold beer and, oh, the ice! 
<br>
 To his chagrin, he cannot let God know. 
<br>
 From time to time, he mops his brow for show. 
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