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Barbara Crooker: Treadmill
after “We Real Cool,” Gwendolyn Brooks
.
We lift weights. We
feel great. We
do yoga. We
eat granola. We
ride bikes. We
take hikes. We
sip green tea. We
do Pilates. We
swim laps. Don’t
take naps. We
run miles. We
dress in style. We’re
the Baby Boom. We
die soon.
From Slow Wreckage by Barbara Crooker (Grayson, 2024). Included in Vox Populi by permission of the author.
Barbara Crooker is the author of twelve chapbooks and ten full-length books of poetry. Her many awards include the WB Yeats Society of New York Award, the Thomas Merton Poetry of the Sacred Award, and three Pennsylvania Council fellowships in literature.
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Wonderful poem with a great surprise twist at the end.
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Seven at the Golden Shovel.
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Exactly!
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Ha! 🙂
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Terrific!
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Yep!
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Perfect portrait!
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Thanks!
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A brilliant treadmill of a poem. It took me to a different place, a political place:
In facing a fool
don’t salute the drool.
When he’s cooking the books
rescue Gwendolyn Brooks.
Before our shipwreck
ALL HANDS ON DECK
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Hahahaha. Thanks, Jim.
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Thanks so much. Love where you went with this!
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Go Barbara!
But not literally…
And not too soon…
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Thanks, Sean!
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