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John SweetPoemsuntitled composition in black and white landscape made hopeless in the season of rust |
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landscape with falling house
John Sweet
nothing but rain all summer
and the names of dead soldiers
the shapes they no longer fill
and the sounds their children make
the sounds of sirens on the
other side of town but
moving closer
this nineteen year-old girl drunk
and falling from
a third-floor window
hitting the ground
with the force of ten million
dark red flowers
and i forget her child's name
and never find out what
happens to her
and i wait for you to smile
but you don't
i watch you leave
without speaking
we have come to
know each other too well
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