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  1. Among my summer scraps. Made a few adjustments, perhaps enough to salvage it.

    Equal Before the Sun

    Drought outside, one hundred two
    A run of these since early June
    The crops in gnarls, relentless heat,
    The rows of stunted lush ongoing
    The searing straight-jacket leaf
    To stalk–this I commune
    And worse—
    A land, a youth
    More wizened than I.

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  2. Thanks.

    Slight adjustment: “sere” or “sear,” not “searing”

    Equal Before the Sun

    Drought outside, one hundred two
    A run of these since early June
    The crops in gnarls, relentless heat,
    The rows of stunted lush ongoing
    The sear straight-jacket leaf
    To stalk–this I commune
    And worse—
    A land, a youth
    More wizened than I.

    Why so gnomic? Ammons? I would be honored. But he is completely apolitical and I leave room for socio-political interpretation here—on tuition debt, generational cost shifting, the next war in the Middle East and who bears the brunt of it, etc. So maybe Pound is more like it:

    There died a myriad,
    And of the best, among them,
    For an old bitch gone in the teeth,
    For a botched civilization,

    Charm, smiling at the good mouth,
    Quick eyes gone under earth’s lid.

    For two gross of broken statues,
    For a few thousand battered books.

    But unlike Pound I’m less pushy about it, and my poem also leaves you free to enjoy it as mere small talk about the weather.

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