Louis Kasatkin Poems

His arm moves
like a windshield wiper in a downpour,
cutting and cutting and cutting
cutting all across a wooden doll face;
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The years and their memories,
memories of the years
which we struggle to recall,
grasping at inconsequential ephemera,
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The photographer ' snaps ' her subject,
Danna, in front of a shuttered building
at 6323 Hollywood Boulevard;
Her story is a familiar one,
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Winter has returned

and with it the migrating

Bear and her eager Cubs,

their old habitat deserted
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' We are both thieves
you and I ',
said the Man
who stole a Billion
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' this poem is entirely
a work of fiction,
the meanings of the words
used herein are the work
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Stark geometric lines
intersecting clean marble
and steel;
horizonless concourses
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What,
if,
what if,
'if'
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The Hours wait,
impatient
for the day
to start.
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What the State says is lies
which those in office seek to disguise,

with myth, fiction, opinion or fable
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