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“Boon,” our two-year-old says,
standing on the driveway
and pointing up at the sky.
He means “moon.” There isn’t one.
And in case you haven’t heard,
a suicide bomber in the Mideast
or Midwest or somewhere
detonated a dynamite vest.
My heart curls in on itself –
a matter, everyone just assumes,
not of character but chemistry.
At the first decorous drops of rain,
the leaves tremble, as if raised
on a bleak diet of curses and slaps.
Howie Good, a journalism professor at SUNY New Paltz, is the author of five poetry collections, most recently Cryptic Endearments from Knives Forks & Spoons Press. He has a number of chapbooks forthcoming, including Elephant Gun from Dog on a Chain Press. His poetry has been nominated multiple times for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net anthology. goodh51(at)gmail.com.
