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 Art Heifetz

 Art Heifetz teaches ESL to refugees and maintains a poetry website at polishedbrasspoems.com.

so sad (October 16, 2015)

it's easy to pretend
there's nothing wrong
that you simply slept too long
drank too much last night
that a cold is coming on
that it's your losses in the market
or the somber winter morning
that oppress you

she can't be fooled
she cradles your head in her hands
and asks you
why so sad baby
I can see it in your eyes

you smile sheepishly
and try to frame an answer
but it's nothing really
you can put into words
just a weight
you can't press from your chest
a fog you can't penetrate
even with the high beams on

copyright 2015

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