Magazine May 18, 2020, Issue

Last Day at Venice Beach

(Photo by Rex Wilder)

Dolphins stitch along the republic
For which they swim beyond the rock.
They’re half asleep or swimming sick.
Emptiness winds around the block;

It turns me into a period without a sentence.
Dogs of careless owners investigate
A carcass, pawing, thrusting, intense
Tail-wags like yellow flags at a race.

Is my humanity in danger? On the margin
Of the boardwalk, kiosks still sell
Cotton candy. Why? My government
Makes me nostalgic for grade school.

There’s an egret-cum-Henry Moore
Sheepish in the park, pointing me to war.
But there are no troops anymore
To rally a man of my small talents;

Only computer screens and …

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Rex Wilder is the author of Open Late: New and Collected Poems (Chatwin Books), and Boomerangs in the Living Room and Waking Bodies (both Red Hen Press).

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