Beam Poem by Jody Gladding

Jody Gladding

Jody Gladding

York, Pennsylvania
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Jody Gladding
York, Pennsylvania
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Beam



How is it I'm becoming particle
solid tool with a few odd uses
even as I'm honed to nothing
more than gesture—wave
or stride, shrug, stutter?
Resolute contradiction, I'm worn
so smooth by now I should be able
to explain everything. So what
is it that escapes me, that
on good days, lifted and filled me?
Because that's what I
would have called light.

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Jody Gladding

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York, Pennsylvania
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