Ode to The Dagger Between CY and Poplar
Almost to easy to cut the umbilical
rid ourselves of sprawling void’s, shaded brown,
that expand to infinity, and of Casper Mt.’s shadow
So, the first night, of our last summer, drank
CLC, toasted our memories, and our escape:
Class of ‘04: football state champions.
Where summers wield apocalyptic winds.
And frostbitten nuclear holocaust skies
Obey winters command, noting endures.
And Casper cheered when the first Starbucks went up.
Gary my coffee guy, who I vowed in youth to
Appoint to my staff, were I to become president
Manages the drive at through Hill-top bank.
While we drink idealized despair at 5 dollars a cup
And wonder how there got to be traffic in Wyoming.
We built it. They came. I guess it took two
Wall-marts to kill Casper’s all mom and pops’.
Their graves lay in a field of STILL MORE CONSTRUCTION,
Adorned without flowers, just more orange road cones.
poem by Aaron Graham
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