End of May
By Colin Dodds
End of May
upon the sidewalks we guess
the moving-out-of-an-apartment junk
from the clearing-out-a-dead-person junk
The song is all around, but its lyrics are
Old Dominion Freight Line
and Stop clipping our roses,
we know who you are
Sit in parks, and infer
from pantylines and bookspines
what’s in anyone’s mind
Who will attend my father’s funeral?
Who will buy my poetry book?
The two questions feel the same
this fine spring day
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Colin Dodds is a writer with several acclaimed novels and poetry collections to his name. He grew up in Massachusetts and lived in California briefly, before finishing his education in New York City. He’s made a living as a journalist, editor, copywriter and video producer. Colin also writes screenplays, has directed a short film, and built a twelve-foot-high pyramid out of PVC pipe, plywood and zip ties. He lives in New York City with his wife and daughter.
You can find more of his work at thecolindodds.com
