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Poem: Where I Live Now

The poem, \"Where I Live Now.\"
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February 18, 2015

Tall Janet’s cane sounds a jangle of keys

Melvin keeps time to a thud as he seizes

the wooden handle of his, rubber-tipped, sorely

needed on carpet or linoleum floor.

A third leg evolves for many here.

Zigzagged by Peter, motorized, who steers

with childhood memory of rides, back-to-back

cars going bump/whizz/crash on crazy tracks.

“You walk so fast!” Who, me? Speed, as they say,

is relative. Each life soap opera played

commercial-free. No reaching eighty-plus

without a house a child a husband lost.

Voices alter, rasp, quaver in the throat.

Talk drives the oars of our humming lifeboat.


From  “Life Work, Poems,” David Robert Books, 2013.

Charlotte Mandel has published nine books of poetry, including her poem-novella, “The Marriages of Jacob,” “a feminist midrash.” Visit her at charlottemandel.com.

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