Morning Menu
one black and orange
butterfly on rye
blowing in the wind
peppered with sunshine
affordable
delicious
Julie Eger
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Morning Menu
one black and orange
butterfly on rye
blowing in the wind
peppered with sunshine
affordable
delicious
Julie Eger
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ashes scattered
in northern hardwoods –
if you hike there,
take pause, search
for my last poem
on the paper birch
— Ken Tennessen
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Say It Isn’t So
Vehicles crashed
and worlds turned upside down –
took pictures of the truck
but not the man.
How is it possible to forget
something like that?
Who died?
We don’t know him.
Do we need a lawyer?
Why did the insurance agent
touch me like that?
Do we report this, that?
Who really wants to help
because they care?
Or is it just about money?
Who can we talk to…
this town is so small
there is nowhere to turn
that feels safe,
especially that intersection.
They have tallied everyone’s pain.
They say it is worth this much.
Julie Eger
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four fingers of whiskey
over ice – the chill
I turn away from him,
again.
Julie Eger
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