Jody Gladding Poems

A pond will deepen toward the center like a plate
we traced its shallow rim my mother steering
my inner tube past the rushes where I looked
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We'd like to talk with you about fear they said so
many people live in fear these days they drove up
all four of them in a small car nice boy they said
beautiful dogs they said so friendly the man ahead
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not self

of violence

against will not be gainsaid
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beside the grave
the ties gave

was she there
everywhere
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How is it I'm becoming particle
solid tool with a few odd uses
even as I'm honed to nothing
more than gesture—wave
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