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u are not a city

by Donna Kuhn



i try to pretend yr not a city person


im sitting on a lawnchair with his wife




i dont like her baby in the window


im in a city; im in a city i do not know




i know u, u are from dance class


my my, yr looking polished




i know u are with the flowers


u are not a city person i do not like




dance the steps and i try and i do


in a city i dont know i say i do




it kind of looks like president bush is in the dance


mother cant learn the dance, her glass helmet shatters




president bush is in a dance that doesnt roll down


president bush shatters, someone takes the wheel off




i dont know how to dance


it kind of looks like philadelphia again




its somewhere like davis


when i am good, i am good




the president likes me or the flowers


i try to pretend u are not a city person


in a city like philadelphia

Well, after one month, I hoped to get more responses, but I'm happy to have posted, at least, two excellent poems so far. I'm not the world's best networker, so my resources are relatively slight at the moment, but I imagine that will improve with time.

Thanks to all of you who have submitted work, some of which hasn't completely sunk in yet.