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12 Lines After Leadbelly

by Jason Labbe

Moaning is the minute
between dusk and dark, the first stars,
barely a breeze, a dead
armadillo drying by the road,
the day’s cotton picked,
a blood-blistered finger,
a blind man
led across town by thirst,
one side of the bed
still empty, a silhouette
slipping out the back door
as blue goes black.


Jason Labbe’s poems appear or are forthcoming in AGNI, American Letters & Commentary, Beloit Poetry Journal, CROWD, Hayden's Ferry Review, Quarterly West, and other journals. He is currently a Henry Hoyns Fellow and lives in Charlottesville, Virginia. (11/2005)

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