Max Reif Poems

Staring at that gold
seam up her ass,
stitched on that fathomless
blue that takes my eyes
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Three or four repetitions
of a mental picture
of the location
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I.

The company’s magnetic logo plunked
onto both sides of my Mazda,
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Yes, death is a fact of life,
but as I put up the memorial
web page for departed
high school classmates
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Well, shashay down the Home Page line,
Swing your partner every time,
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I sat all day in the blinds in the marsh,
trying to trap a poem.
I set my traps in the deep woods.
I dug a hole in the ice,
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I. Concord Skateboard Park

Sheltered in this smooth, round,
concrete nest of dips and curves,
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Every poem
begins with a single
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Where are you, boys and girls
of Miss Lindahl's 5th grade class?

What became of you
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1
In the Shadow Box,
one thing becomes another.
Nothing is fixed,
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