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Sample Poems by Wendy Drexler
Unemployment
Persistence 5,
Tenacity 10
-Poster on the office wall
It's 8:08, I'm twenty-
third in line,
waiting
for 8:30, opening
time. Someone hands
me a clipboard form
to
sign, my name,
my social, and we
are sent to sit side-
by-side on green
foam chairs. We are
laid-off, off-course,
out-sourced, all of us
cast up
like rainbow
trout, red-capped or
blue, Birkenstocked,
tattooed, texting or
staring or reading
the weekly Phoenix,
scrim of hope. After
this, we can
take a
workshop to interview
with power, critique
a resume, consider
maturity vs. age.
I'm three weeks out,
the writs of work
fade away-file
names, lunch mates,
watch list, paycheck,
pride. I must be my
own
second cup
of coffee, strong.
Parking
Lot
Cyclone fence, the daylight spill
of grocery bags casually
snagged
empty on the bare corset of a branch.
I look out at the weak light of
November.
A starling on the Norway maple
in the parking lot shakes
itself out
all over, spangle-singing
into the wind's wide mouth.
I eat a bacon cheeseburger in
the car.
Bolt Bus
Outside the wide, wide
window.
slurry of greywoodsky
a little blue. I, too, am, too,
and subject to
revision, patching
potholes in my storyline.
I'm retired, I say to the office
parks
through mirror glass.
How expansive, bare trees of winter!
Traffic rustles past as
the Bolt
bumps on the black canals of highway.
I'm a fish thrashing in a bucket
of daylight. My life is moving
faster than my life.
Mile-High
Home For The Aged
For lunch they wear clean white shirts,
Brooks Brothers jackets, everyone's hair
smoothed back. Nurses wheel them
in
so we can sing "O Beautiful" for them.
Someone sips his water, puts it down.
Someone can't stop scratching.
Has he lost his ballpoint pen?
Someone is
wiping eye crust
from his brow's fruited plain.
Cracked alabaster toenails gleam.
Let them all
clap the offbeat's spacious skies
as long as they like.
Let them
sing loud majesty, off key,
or whispered, disconcertingly bel canto,
voices flocking
like swallows, shedding
their grace on me.