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"What if there are no cries of anguish to be heard? Who is prepared to take arms against a sea of amusements? To whom do we complain, and when, and in what tone of voice, when serious discourse dissolves into giggles?"--Neil Postman






Friday, July 22, 2011

Portland, OR

* The ninth in a series of travelogue poems



Waiting for the rain to settle,

You told me that

We are not in need of stars


A forgone conclusion—


Into the black night

A quiet light glimmers from your eyes


By: Jake Adams

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