Jack Galmitz

Notes Cribbed From the Nightwatchman

In the corner
of the elevator
a left shoe

                              I wash the dishes
                              & stack them to dry—
                              a lifetime

                                                            When I go outside
                                                            no one waves or says hello...
                                                            help, Fidel Castro

                              A series
                              of corrections
                              a bouquet of flowers

In the corner
of the elevator
a fragment of a tree

Jack Galmitz was born when the world was black and white. He's lived long enough to see it come full circle.
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