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Robert Lietz


from IMPOSSIBLY REAL

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The coffee's gone, though you can sip the ends of it,
with errands to run, while these two, camouflaged,
in their pick-up, wraps, into this sub-zero wind-chill, search
the solid under them — muzzle-loaders, I suppose —
seeking some news in tracks I had not thought seasonable,
and, orange-capped, owning this tree-stripped cut
two like themselves, I think, could squeeze a Hummer through,
considering breakfasts yet, or letting some thoughts
of supper work their ways on their good fortune, of some
front-loader say, still the only way to keep hill homes
accessible, warmed by the magic, by the gridiron playoffs,
by night fires nights you can't clear lanes by shovels-full,
where there shall be Mall marts afterward, cut-rate
materials, and structures raised among these more or less
surprises, authentic, revenant, so that, however tenuous,
their sleights prove actual, with rewards, as they perceive,
reasoning hands of thanks, and conspirators, reduced
by paradox, approaches they know they'll after all agree on,
ascending these icy routes, where scents of bouquets,
impossibly real, or so, six hours ago, you trusted, leave you,
returning, not so sure, where this peach eye-sore's
your first landmark and mystery, with the plants, bills done
this last of January, as if such dailiness could be dismissed
with tracking numbers, or by this younger colleague,
swapping shop at the post-counter, by your parts
all told, on this lightly trafficked Saturday
you cannot transmogrify by your
insistence
or diminish.



PREDICTABLE

Juneau, Nome, and this motel you can see
straight through at seventy,
as empty as Bush radio, and deep, where the river's
iced across, thinnest
where it's most predictable, here, where
the model homes
sit unannounced, kept warm for the winter visitors,
unable themselves to pause,
on course for Wooster or Jeromesville, since
this will be colder yet,
and — if you mind the facts — a matter
of flames
and flaking curls, of a night
in earnest,
as the joggers may
attest.



Robert Lietz's poems have appeared in a great number of journals, both print and online, and eight collections of poems have been published.
 
 
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