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Michael Simms: Minneapolis
He died in Minneapolis on an ordinary day, A day we’ll all remember. We can't turn away. It was a day Like this one, a Monday, in Spring. Yes, it was a Monday like today When this poem arrived With a knee on its neck Unable to breathe. George Floyd is dead. They choked him Although he never did anything to them. They choked him hard with a knee and hard Also with the years. The witnesses Are the Mondays and the knees, The solitude, the sky, the road And the four hundred years. After César Vallejo
Copyright 2020 Michael Simms
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Hi Mike,
Such an interesting poem. You’ve channeled Cesar Vallejo well.
Best,
Joe
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Thanks, Joe!
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So poignant — and that last stanza: tears in my eyes. Thank you, Michael…
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Thank you!
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Bravo! Special love to traditional form poetry, remade anew! My favorite.
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Thanks, Melissa!
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