[What if...]

JD Pluecker

What if

the jungle and swampy woods
cleared and drained

                        drench the abuses

                                     puddles studded with striders

                                                a shadow where the moon once was

What if things
unlivable?

                                                Please
                                                     stagnant water
                                                                         speaks
                                                            always
                                                                    susurrates under canopy

tambourine rattles
like flat crack

trouble ground
despite an everything

                                                                        to beneath bayou
                                                                        to naming from cargo
                                                                        to chirp dying city
                                                                              to halloing the wasteland

not better-than

not clean or

marshes to be
ever

impure

so many this mornings so many movement so many breezes so many cypress so many doorways demolished so many brush so many vines crawl up the front of that house and so many spaces so many wide open between one structure and another so many ditches so many cars parked in the grass in front of a home supposedly abandoned where people live so many branches piles at the curb so ma

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