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Jordan Davis
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Market Day at the Old House
 
Printing press in the clock,
And half-mast civilians come running
Lipsticked.
Lost like a singer I stood
In a horse car,
The clarinet is who you are.
 
The hanging flowers reflect on you
And the canoe you print, $1.25
Takes your uno to the sloppy model shop
When a leg’s kicked up
Like the bottom in jeans
Its transcendental mezzanine
The lightship forgot,
Lunchboxes rising
Past kelp odoramas and bigots of sleep—​
The video seagulls hollering closer—​
May on the piers.




Jordan Davis is a former Poetry Editor at The Nation; his poems have appeared in Poetry, American Poetry Review, and The New Yorker. His most recent collection is *Shell Game* (Edge Books, 2018).




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