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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

'''Memorial Day poem: 'anymore I can only cross the highway across my mind.' No semi truck; vacant below the window. 'Perhaps frightened from the loss of challenge / This Memorial Day.''''