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Song for Continued Drifting

By Glen Armstrong

 
 In my youth I walked the midlands.
 Oh how I walked, hi-lili. 
  
 A bird that purrs is a cat.
 A shadow that fails
  
 to shade is just 
 for show like my threadbare rain
  
 poncho. 
 I’ll have more on that 
  
 in a moment.
 Hi-lili, hi-lo.
  
 In my youth I wore Doc Martens
 bought at the outlet mall
  
 in Ohio, hi-lili, hi-lili, 
 hi-lo. 
  
 What I wanted most
 was to lower myself
  
 to just about anyone’s level. 

Glen Armstrong holds an MFA in English from the University of Massachusetts, Amherst and teaches writing at Oakland University in Rochester, Michigan. He edits a poetry journal called Cruel Garters and has three current books of poems: Invisible HistoriesThe New Vaudeville, and Midsummer. His work has appeared in Inverse JournalRæd Leaf Poetry India, and Sonic Boom.

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