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Thanks for the twenty seconds of
Your crisp, medicinal perspective,
Encapsulated in a laugh
That shook like a bragging monkey’s ass.
Call it a joke, a gentle nudge—
It pushed me over some good edge,
Literally enlightening:
This cobweb world looks bright again.
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Jack Granath’s poetry has appeared in The Formalist, Measure, and Poetry East among other journals and magazines. He is a library director in Kansas.
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Your slant rhymes are subtle, ghostly, no more than a whisper of some imagined perfect rhymes; and your line of thought presents some unexpected curves. Thank you for skating so close to the edge.