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One Petition Lofted into the Ginkgos

One Petition Lofted into the Ginkgos Poem By Gabriel Gudding

For the train-wrecked, the puck-struck,
the viciously punched,
the pole-vaulter whose pole
snapped in ascent.
For his asphalt-face,
his capped-off scream, God bless
his dad in the stands.
For the living dog in the median
car-struck and shuddering
on crumpled haunches, eyes
large as plates, seeing nothing, but
looking. For the blessed pigeon
who threw himself from the cliff
after plucking out his feathers
just to taste a falling death. For
the poisoned, scalded and gassed, the bayoneted,
the bit and blind-sided,
asthmatic veteran
who just before his first date in years and years
swallowed his own glass eye. For these and all
and all the drunk,
Imagine a handful of quarters chucked up at sunset,
lofted into the ginkgos—
and there, at apogee,
while the whole ringing wad
pauses, pink-lit,
about to seed the penny-colored earth
with an hour’s wages—
As shining, ringing, brief, and cheap
as a prayer should be—
Imagine it all falling
into some dark machine
brimming with nurses,
nutrices ex machina—
and they blustering out,
with juices and gauze, peaches and brushes,
to patch such dents and wounds.

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