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Coda
Doug van Hooser
I want an ending
that is a string to a kite.
The long creak
of a warped board
loose from its nails.
Even in December
be a leaf the wind
cannot twist free.
Doug Van Hooser splits his time between suburban Chicago where he gives fictitious names to baristas and southern Wisconsin where he enjoys sculling and cycling. His poetry has appeared in numerous publications. He has also published short fiction and has had readings of his plays in Chicago. Links to his work can be found at dougvanhooser.com
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