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Published: Fri Jul 1 2005
Chitra Ganesh, To Assemble a Flying Car (detail), 2018, linocut on tan BFK Rives. Courtesy of the artist & Durham Press.
12 Lines After Leadbelly

Moaning is the minute
between dusk and dark, the first stars,
barely a breeze, a dead
armadillo drying by the road,
the day’s cotton picked,
a blood-blistered finger,
a blind man
led across town by thirst,
one side of the bed
still empty, a silhouette
slipping out the back door
as blue goes black.

Jason Labbe lives in Brooklyn, works for Simon & Schuster, and plays drums and percussion with various recording and performing projects around the Northeast. His poems have recently appeared or are forthcoming in Connecticut Review, Hayden’s Ferry Review, AGNI, The Nebraska Review, Quarterly West, and Sycamore Review, among others.

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