Three Poems


Mark Cunningham

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Geese call out with human voices until you get close. We finally turned on to the right road to the observatory, but then the city was so bright we couldn't find the night sky. I looked in the mirror and didn't see her face, which was reassuring, since I was the one looking in the mirror.
 
 
 
 
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She said she was going to Mexico in two weeks and, indeed, she already had glitter on the back pockets of her jeans. Standing by the cyclone fence, I had to keep straightening my hair. If you recognize a pattern as it is developing, people call you cynical. The parrot said, "I am a parrot." This is neither the time nor the place, but it is a franchise of time and place.
 
 
 
 
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A sloping pattern of shine and shade is just as much a Rorschach as anything else, but most of us have learned the appropriate answer is "hill." I got the first rock in my shoe while putting the shoe on.