Making the most of the least I can do, by Bob Hicok

Sometimes a poem tosses me off balance in just the right way and I have to share it with you. Such was the case last night (2am) when I came across Bob Hicok’s elegiac poem, “Making the most of the least I can do.” It’s the movement, the reversals, and all those associations turned in on themselves. See what I mean?

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