Poetry October 2004 Atlantic

by Leonard Cochran

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Battling cascading
steam, my ancient

neighbor would face
his fogged mirror,

cutthroat razor
mowing down, up,

piratical blade
making every

stroke a page torn
from a life story

told the hard way,
because "Someone,

by God, has to keep
the old skills alive."

Leonard Cochran is a Dominican priest now retired from the English faculty of Providence College.

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