Trophy of Loss
by Caswell Macomber
Wednesday, January 23, 2002
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These pickup sticks
of lost smiles
and ridges in these full tiles
of my good face
were burned by those cold
lace of stand. I've found in these
younger paths that freeze like glass
when these calls fall faint
this train of paint in my eyes
and sting of cries
linked up in the clouded windows
of some tinted days.
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