
Andrés Cerpa — Seasonal without Spring: Autumn
Poetry Unbound
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The Last Word, Wake, Is Not Going to Be Coming Back
In this poem, a bike is a is a direction of travel. It's something you can carry with you. This poem ends in such an unusual way. The last lines of the poem are and my eyes closed fast beneath the mystery of migration, the flocks rippled wake. And then there's a colon, two points, rather than a period. Indicating something is to come after but it's blank. Maybe he's imagining what could have been for his father had not this diagnosis come. Or he's saying that when you're 11 your own future seems like a blank front of you - i don't know. But it's an amazing way of using unexpected punctuation to
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