Poetry from Patrick Sweeney

a planetary wrong turn

with no off-ramp to the Goldilocks zone

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the one-eyed dogcatcher told the boy about a little green farm

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he prefers the original artificial taste of Rocket Pops

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when translating ‘summer thunder’ was a cinch

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locust swarms on the I-80 corridor

the HOV lane transcends

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the urge to answer the unknown caller

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before Les Mots

I played Wipe Out

on the surface of the sun

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a seance of pewter rain falling

an inch at a time

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I rushed in to tell about the silver maple leaf

independently astir in the heat 

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pennies on the track

how I got to know the long faces of Lincoln

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he couldn’t hear the bell crickets

with the air conditioner on full blast

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breathing the same air as the bulked-up horsefly

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