" In the Wake of a String "
by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán
Might be in jeopardy
like guards fleeing
views of a cathedral
with dizzying greetings
in retreat pressed overseas
by one-on-one lower judges
increasingly savvy
images of transactions
becoming underhanded
and overwhelmed
like unimpressive soft sells
all in rows for themselves
against aggression
ending up deftly re-scheduled
still left where ' What Ifs ' left off
with inevitability only thickening
under a 99-year lease
letting a mighty nave breathe
beneath a medley of multi-directional
assignments to protect post reckonings
being buttressed
by bargains on bedding
while strutting
in negligees as bold-faced names
calm the chaos of the day-to-day
grooming vacant spaces
in time frames
digitally and physically
laid out vividly
yet said to have had a history
according to people briefed
on the murky defense of secrecy
hesitant to seek healing
in the wake of a string...
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