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Daniel Gene Barlekamp
THE HANGED MAN
The oatmeal looks like flesh,
pink and bland
after a night in the fridge.
There’s nothing past the pines
on the edge of town.
The dawn is barely blue
as I stand at the sink
and feel the draft caress my cheek
through the window I meant to fix
last year.
Daniel is the author of poems and stories for adults and young readers. He lives in Massachusetts with his wife and son.
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