Palo Alto Wetlands Poem by Kirby Wright
Palo Alto Wetlands
Men living in the Palo Alto Wetlands use disposable diapers to keep themselves warm. Their campfire rages across the street from the city dump. There’s that smell of newborns. Cold wind threatens from the south. A moonless night discourages clouds. The top half of the world has blown off, letting in the stars. Men wrap diapers around their shoulders, like grandmothers with knitted shawls.
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