{"id":2452,"date":"2014-04-21T20:01:32","date_gmt":"2014-04-21T20:01:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=2452"},"modified":"2014-04-21T20:01:32","modified_gmt":"2014-04-21T20:01:32","slug":"marc-swan-april-2014","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/marc-swan-april-2014\/","title":{"rendered":"Marc Swan, April 2014"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Fall<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Leaves fade, plants quiver\u2014<br \/>\nthose red and yellow marigolds<br \/>\ncurl into frosted brown petals<\/p>\n<p>in the front garden,<br \/>\nthat small space facing<br \/>\nthe narrow street<\/p>\n<p>on our hill, urban life,<br \/>\nwater gurgles through the sewer,<br \/>\nleaves cluster in the culvert,<\/p>\n<p>the season is upon us.<br \/>\nFilling a large brown yard bag<br \/>\nmy wife spies a small black<\/p>\n<p>box lying low<br \/>\nbeneath dying wild grass\u2014<br \/>\nhunkered down from the cold,<\/p>\n<p>a small black plastic box<br \/>\nwe carefully open, remove<br \/>\nthe baggie inside<\/p>\n<p>filled with white crystals<br \/>\nindividually tied with the corner<br \/>\nof another baggie\u2014<\/p>\n<p>a cache for an unseen<br \/>\nneighbor\u2014a culprit stalks<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Bullshit frat dance take 1243<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><\/strong><br \/>\nThey spring like cannonballs<br \/>\ndancing on a trampoline<br \/>\nout of the past,<br \/>\nfull of stories,<br \/>\nthey always want to tell the stories<br \/>\nof then<br \/>\nand the space in between,<br \/>\nwho they\u2019ve seen\u2014<br \/>\nthe 8 martinis with Louie \u201cCalifornia\u201d<br \/>\nn\u00e9e Cafrignola<br \/>\nat the Marco Polo Lounge<br \/>\nand 8 glasses of Jack for the storyteller<br \/>\nleading to a late night call to another<br \/>\nbrother to see<br \/>\nif he was still alive<br \/>\nor really died<br \/>\nof a heroin overdose<br \/>\nthat Fred Conti had said<br \/>\nin \u201983<br \/>\nto tell him they were glad he wasn\u2019t dead.<br \/>\nThis is their life\u2014<br \/>\nFriday afternoon,<br \/>\na bottle of Jack tapering down,<br \/>\nthe phone so close at hand,<br \/>\nthen rummaging<br \/>\nthru the list<br \/>\ndialing up one more character<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Marc Swan is a vocational rehabilitation counselor living on Munjoy Hill in Portland Maine, poems coming out this year in <em>Cordite, Cold Mountain Review, Borderlands: The Texas Review, and The Echo Room,<\/em> among others.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Fall &nbsp; Leaves fade, plants quiver\u2014 those red and yellow marigolds curl into frosted brown petals in the front garden, that small space facing the narrow street on our hill, urban life, water gurgles through the sewer, leaves cluster in the culvert, the season is upon us. 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