The Unmaking of Bologna
June 19, 2011 § Leave a comment
We grew up on bologna
and american cheese
on wonder bread, still
somehow something
evolved, that years later
we read Rumi, vote a black
man into the White House.
While there are some yet
with bologna in their mouths
the talk at the table is of planting
a garden and cleaning the yard,
even of going—gift in hand,
to visit a neighbor
no one has smiled at
in a long time.
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