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More of Gibbons’s poetry in our Fall Issue

Winter

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Lover, Is This Exile? and OF DC are still in print from InnererKlang@aol.com

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New work is online at
Conspire

www.sundress.net

www.niederngasse.com

A prose poem is available online at The Literary Review

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Robert Gibbons writes a regular column, “Observations,” for www.niederngasse.com

He also has work in:

Exquisite Corpse

Frank

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Robert Gibbons



To Breathe the Least Bit of Fresh Air



On the fifth day of summer in the middle of the afternoon under a stone lion sweating the last of its magma steam the young woman from Martinique eased into shadows of buildings as if they were the shade of trees, then disappeared before northern eyes. The tailor of the men's clothing store, Ari, stepped out for a moment with a thread on his pants, a thread on his jacket, which he began to remove, both threads spinning him around until, ultimately, he must have stood there on the sidewalk, naked & cool. The woman reappeared out of the brick, out of the granite in her dress of blue water. In the parking lot of Il Panino a waiter left orange peels on the hood of his Volvo, while talking with two women, adding a sense of green absent from the pavement. Yet amid all this Peace, this collection of habits from home, the harsh reality of trouble underground haunted my vision, when back on the subway where four Jewish kids with tennis rackets strewn all over the car floor talked in front of a man reading the Koran, the man reserving an extra seat for the Koran, & glances of hate tossed at the boy in the yarmulke, which I witnessed when he tried to stare me down but my eyes wouldn't lower, & all three Gods, adamant in the corner of the car couldn't devise a way to breathe the least bit of fresh air into a sticky political situation.