Poem for Wisconsin
by Matthew Zapruder
In Milwaukee it is snowing on the golden statue of the 1970s television star whose television house was in Milwaukee and also on the Comet Cafe and on the white museum the famous Spanish architect built with a glass elevator through it and a room with a button that when you press it makes two wings on the sides of the building more quickly than you might imagine mechanically rise like a clumsy thoughtful bird thinking now I am at last ready
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I really like the one-line stanzas--the way they slow you down, encouraging you to contemplate each and every word so closely. And its rambling nature appeals to me. And I just have a thing for poems with geography references. I'll delve into that another day, I suppose.
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