Bill Grace Poems

Much of the city’s elite turned out
I was an honored peasant guest
From chamber music in the foyer
To flanking giant screens
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The dog is taken out
wife’s torn shirt changed
food eaten
Pastor sings his song
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Along with the requests for money
comes the email news
of the death of the great man.
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I grew up
before the age of false economy
before fashion’s invention
of the false pocket.
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The puppy protests he is wrapped around a tree
Constraint of leash the reason he is not free
But growl he will and carry on with me
As he only understands it is I who move
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If I was not conned,
by one of those who like
to see jaws tense
in reaction to their words,
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When Bob called
and told me you were gone
I started reading
you
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With stiff decorum we see them opening doors
Or lowering ramps and frequently saluting
They remind me with their perfect posture
Of arrows from my youth straight and perfect in the quiver
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From the depths the two mile fast walk brings sweat
JASON
Pencil thin the sidewalk’s letters
His influence now set in stone
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