a poem by
Neil Octavia
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1932-1996
this one armed man

stares at ankles
eating the birdseed given
as belated as gifts
for his grandson

the atmosphere folds paper
trying a round rapid finger
behind the tree stood like a hindu
goddess motherly and shading
this one armed man

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