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At the concert, the singer
Strums her guitar and stares
Into the lights, singing
Live. I’m bleeding out a
Day’s (more than) pay for
Her and in this 18th row
I’m just a shadow, though I
Hope suppose guess she knows
I love her– because every day
On the way to the hospital, I’ve
Injected her voice and her
Train of dreams into my own
Anemic mind, into that
Stop-and-go hour
When staring at the back of a
Hummer with its “MENACE”
Vanity plate is just the
Tiniest of my joys.
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This poem is part of my daily series, “In the Details,” posted here and on the Stratford Patch.