The City of Wampum

Rice and chicken breasts,
heedless if anything flat might intrude.
No one had the right
to obsolete him in such a manner.
Lacking a building supply,
the mind contrives itself of dialogue.
The city of wampum never lies
so many seashells at rest.
Fleas trade dogs.
The shore with one fisherman
needs the lone swimmer.

Jim Klein

Author: redwheelbarrowpoets

Red Wheel Barrow poets of Rutherford, NJ, home of Pulitzer-prize winning poet William Carlos Williams.

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