by Michael H. Brownstein
We are a nation of talk show hosts, Sid Yiddish says
putting on his mask, his exuberant shiny white shroud, his fishing cap
before he comes to the stage to talk about throat singing,
washboards, the way faraway looks when you're in Denmark
hopefully, the Netherlands perhaps, even India, but no longer here
where intellectual companionship is a leaf floating from one great lake to another.
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