Poems and Poetry

JD DeHart

Untitled in February | A Poem by JD DeHart

What does the work mean
when you add it all together?
I walk through the hall,
mutter words and citations,
but what does it mean?

The day comes when you begin
to analyze what was the matter
after all. What was worth
a moment and more time.

The vacuum, the sound of feet,
the stack of magazines, the list
of publications, all of this bears
the on-going question.

What do I do, what is it that
stands and echoes? What is it
that slides away in dust?

 
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I Gathered My Name | A Poem by JD DeHart

Like patchwork, I gathered
my name from
the corners of the earth

I found my secret superhero
identity wrapped up
in a hundred comic books
someone’s grandmother threw
away

I learned who I was from
history and movies and art
and watching my genes
walk around in other people

I practiced my voice until
I liked the sound of it.

 
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