3 poems by Dan Hoy

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THERE'S ALWAYS AN AUDIENCE

By then his hair was falling out and I was fat for good.
"Roberto," I said, life being a series of accumulations.
"Monique," he said, loss being one more thing for the pile.
I have no idea who you are.

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ON THE INSIDE OF THE OUTSIDE

Without you here I can't hear
what I sound like laughed at.
The bear ate the tent
because he wanted food.

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SAFE HARBOR

A thousand taverns
all watching the water.
I'm not asking you to come.

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