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Howie Good
Listening to a Seashell
1
All I can sort of hear
is the wheezing of an old woman
wheeling a day-old baby
in a supermarket cart
down deliberately dim aisles
2
her gasp on encountering
in the freezer section
the man who received
her dead brother’s face
3
the imprecations mumbled
over the squalling baby
when found abandoned
next to the frozen desserts
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