Diane Gage Poems

Amid the dull whine of leafblowers
by which this block sets its ordinary clock
a drama occurs. My neighbor Leon
is felled by a stroke. His Avon lady
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That year baby brother released
the parking brake on the station wagon,
bashing a parked Cadillac across a street
made of basketweave brick.
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Off he would go before we awoke,
plunging into dark mornings, invisible
as the large trout he swore lurked deep
in shadow under riverbank shelves of stone.
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