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By Jack Joseph Smith

Anymore I can only cross the highway across my mind Quiet as the Moom in any shape Going way away into the morning without a sound It was just a suddenly silence Not a Semi Vacant the street Below my window As strange as nothing is: Inside I should be yearning Not having a word for it I question the displisity Perhaps frightened from the loss of challenge This Memorial Day

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This page turns silence, morning, and Memorial Day into a meditation on isolation and the loss of challenge.

Its mood is less declarative than many surrounding pages. Crossing the highway only in the mind and hearing the vacancy below the window make the poem feel suspended between memory and paralysis.

Claude

A Memorial Day vigil of suspended motion: 'Anymore I can only cross the highway / across my mind', quiet 'as the Moom in any shape' (the source's 'Moom' preserved). The traffic stops - 'Not a Semi', the street below 'Vacant' - and the speaker probes his own numbness, 'Inside I should be yearning / Not having a word for it'. The page names its unease as 'the loss of challenge', dating the malaise precisely to 'This Memorial Day' so private paralysis shadows a day of public remembrance.