Black Spring

by Howie Good

Nobody wants
to hear about

my false feelings
of well being,

or the woman
who was next

to me in line
but not with me,

or trees bobbing
to the surface

holding hands.
Any explanation

abbreviates,
anyway.

It’s only days
till spring,

and leaving
the police

station,
I noticed

for the first time
the moon’s

vacant stare,
its black front

tooth.

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Howie Good, a journalism professor at the State University of New York at New Paltz, is the author of 17 print and digital poetry chapbooks and the full-length collection of poetry, Lovesick (2009). His second full-length collection, Heart With a Dirty Windshield, will be published by BeWrite Books. He has been nominated multiple times for a Pushcart Prize and the Best of the Net anthology. He is co-editor of the online literary journal em>Left Hand Waving.

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