poetry has moved me
in with friends and lovers
then back with my parents
from Corning to Fredonia
from a student dorm to a trailer
to an apartment half underground
back to a dorm
it once packed me off
to Rochester then to Buffalo
with a woman and her child
from a mall bookstore gig
to café work then a bookshop
on the Elmwood strip
it moved me in hospitals
for the births of my children
through divorce and marriage
a custody battle
too many deaths
poetry keeps moving me
around Long Island
by Babylon and Whitman’s home
and Melville’s namesake
Deer Park and Lindenhurst
it still moves me
moves in me through me
moves me
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