Wayne-Daniel Berard


Richard Fox

You make me wish
that I had been from
Worcester you start
me wondering who
what I would have
been had that glorious
grit filled my eyes each
morning if all those never
ending squares Tatnuck
Chandler Grafton Hill
had taught my feet to
puzzle box and what Jew
I might be now if we’d walked
that neighborhood together
co-bar mitzvah boys
at Temple Wormtown
when my cancer calls
or infarction or the world
to come fills my lungs with
infinite fluid how amazing
if your Wholly City had
my back in poetic
provocation if I could
end up Worcestered
just like you
seven-hilled in ways
to make an empire
blush and jive
and shout out Yit’gadal!






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