You tell me the day is not now

and I try to enliven my cough

to make sure I’m alive.

That’s how noise is,

and how a hundred violins

playing in unison

can elicit applause.

I know how birds fly

and trees seem to revive

to help define the new season

just as you slip into a woolen sweater

declaring the cold is something

anyone can feel.

Believe me, the antelopes

have no nation

and empires decline to a midden

while justice is better than anything

anyone has ever tried.

—Jack Lindeman

About the Author

Jack Lindeman’s newest chapbook is Measuring Dorcas (Finishing Line Press). New poems have recently appeared in Abbey, California Quarterly, The Cape Rock, Chiron Review, Confrontation, and Poetry Now.

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