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A Poem by Ann Bogle

It’s the end of a cycle.
The pause before.
I’ve been here before but never known it.
Before, they told us to be beautiful about it.
Now, they tell us to be quiet about it.

Other people’s poetry is all the poetry there is.
I dance driving.
I am a member of cabs.

by Ann Bogle

published most recently by ars poetica

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