The Flung Man

I can no longer find the abandoned
house from whose fence corner
terraced above I-70, I watched the flung man
dug out of an embankment
in a kneeling prayer circle of firefighters.
I watched, myself encircled by
a small gathering of nameless neighbors
at sundown but also alone
because my own son would not follow,
afraid to miss dinner. I introduced myself
to strangers. The house, one said,
was abandoned, eight years, so no need
to worry about trespassing; the man down there
I already knew, was me.

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Cameron Morse

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Cameron Morse is Senior Reviews editor at Harbor Review and the author of eight collections of poetry. His first collection, Fall Risk, won Glass Lyre Press’s 2018 Best Book Award. His latest is The Thing Is (Briar Creek Press, 2021). He holds an MFA from the University of Kansas City-Missouri and lives in Independence, Missouri, with his wife Lili and three children.

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