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David Ruekberg lives in the slums of Pittsford, and teaches English in the International Baccalaureate program at Hilton High School. He is also a poet, squeezing out a few drops into his notebook as he manages to find the time. Publications include 88, Mudfish, Poet Lore, North American Review, Yankee, and others. He received his MFA from Warren Wilson College in January, 2004.

Website: http://www.poetry.restory.net
Blog: http://www.poetry.restory.net/ruekblog/

The Poplars of August

I say this, but it’s not me saying it.
I’m a two-way mirror that looks in on a room
the width of a hand stretched temple-to-temple.

Inside the room houses and people wink
open and closed, trees wave
like trees, the ground moves in big circles.

And these things I tell you about myself –
all lies. I drink to remember
and all I remember is the past.

Meanwhile the present,
the present – if only I could
remember the present – if only

I had some kind of blueprint
or a glassblower’s rod to grapple
this light – then I could –

Then I could tell you something I mean.
Meanwhile – the poplars of August persist,
persist,

and the slippery glass I lean into,
and the imprint of my hand
and its valleys and signs.

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2007-11-06 21:15:37   Welcome to RocWiki, David! Let us know if you have any questions. —PeterBoulay