Show Poem: September 4, 2017 Michigan City, IN @ Quality Beet #poetry 

For a few days I forgot I was trying
And it was beautiful. I think
I didn’t know

Sometimes you say things
No one understands
Even you. Especially you

I love you for that
And now you are dead
And I love you equally
You taught me some rewards
Come from a great deal of thinking
And some do not
But there is a third. Something later
That love is endless
When viewed from a moving car
Like all this Iowa corn
And for that I love you
Dead or alive John Ashbury

The electric cocktail dresses
That hold it all together
Indulging revisionist compulsions
Working the freedom weights
What to do with the other 23 hours

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