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Jeffrey S. Thompson
Late Winter
Jeffrey S. Thompson
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My tail was still wagging When the universe said I’ll give you something To worry about.
Swings swing In the empty playground While a toddler-sized crow Patrols the sidewalks.
Houses left halfEmpty, shuddering Against the wind, Surround the cemetery
Where I laid out My hangover And my ruined shoes. The Black Angel
Points to the Hilltop. A sheet of newspaper Or a stray terrier Bounds across the dirty snow.
Jeffrey S. Thompson was raised in Fargo, North Dakota, and educated at the University of Iowa and Cornell Law School. He lives and works in Phoenix, Arizona. At Iowa he participated in undergraduate poetry workshops and had a couple poems published in small journals. He pursued a career in public interest law, but recently decided to start sharing his work again. Thompson was named a finalist for the 2021 Iowa Review Poetry Award, and has been published or accepted at Neologism Poetry Journal, North Dakota Quarterly, The Main Street Rag, and Passengers Journal.
