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EVERYTHING IS ALL RIGHT

Phil Estes

No household-gods yet, just stuffed seals.

And I say to her, all the time, "stop
Clubbing seals."

But I mean "stop clubbing, seals." She knows now,

And I drive around Tulsa,
Get lost.

Until I see the bronze hands in prayer along Lewis street.

She has seen the hands too:

"But I thought they high-fived.
Hands of different people."

They marked her way
For a long time; she knew where she was
Because the bronze hands held each other.

"Now I don’t know where I am going
Because you told me
Those hands are in prayer."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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I've been working on these so long I don't know what they are anymore, so it's all right.