Success (an erasure poem based on a Sunday Sports
story from the NY Times)
A little more than three years ago,
The man
Told her the future.
The man seemed
An unlikely clairvoyant.
His predictions
Stuck—
Distinctly outlandish:
A romantic rise,
A cash-filled corporate push.
On Sunday:
The future,
Exactly as predicted,
Has arrived.
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