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Jack Frost Sugar Refinery Author(s): Michael Carlson Source: The Iowa Review, Vol. 32, No. 2 (Fall, 2002), pp. 108-109 Published by: University of Iowa Stable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20155128 . Accessed: 13/06/2014 00:44 Your use of the JSTOR archive indicates your acceptance of the Terms & Conditions of Use, available at . http://www.jstor.org/page/info/about/policies/terms.jsp . JSTOR is a not-for-profit service that helps scholars, researchers, and students discover, use, and build upon a wide range of content in a trusted digital archive. We use information technology and tools to increase productivity and facilitate new forms of scholarship. For more information about JSTOR, please contact [email protected]. . University of Iowa is collaborating with JSTOR to digitize, preserve and extend access to The Iowa Review. http://www.jstor.org This content downloaded from 185.44.77.82 on Fri, 13 Jun 2014 00:44:23 AM All use subject to JSTOR Terms and Conditions

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Jack Frost Sugar RefineryAuthor(s): Michael CarlsonSource: The Iowa Review, Vol. 32, No. 2 (Fall, 2002), pp. 108-109Published by: University of IowaStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20155128 .

Accessed: 13/06/2014 00:44

Your use of the JSTOR archive indicates your acceptance of the Terms & Conditions of Use, available at .http://www.jstor.org/page/info/about/policies/terms.jsp

.JSTOR is a not-for-profit service that helps scholars, researchers, and students discover, use, and build upon a wide range ofcontent in a trusted digital archive. We use information technology and tools to increase productivity and facilitate new formsof scholarship. For more information about JSTOR, please contact [email protected].

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University of Iowa is collaborating with JSTOR to digitize, preserve and extend access to The Iowa Review.

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Jack Frost Sugar Refinery

Outside the abandoned sugar refinery,

beyond the mice and the oxidized canisters, at the whitened mouth of a large gravel parking lot

dissected by five orange cones,

I stand the thought of turning,

hatless, awkward, all January afternoon,

all night through dreams of loosened planks, the mosquito's blood of horses, to a place I don't own, nor know by heart

one cardinal's width of, just to save

some men whose own good children quit and left

them there to be survived by tar.

The Court Poets of Philadelphia put an end

each dawn to the stillness of radiators

set out with the trash. Tank drunks, on their fastidious way to sleep in the fields,

they falsify their dialect, whittling miniature liberty bells out of their thighs.

By evening, they believe in the moon.

They believe if the Hill Street Shoe Repair shop had been theirs from the beginning, the bulbous raccoon

would have a ring on each thumb.

The impractical lot to the north, unsold,

embarrasses an elkhound loping among the stacks

of dampened cardboard. In gospel frankness,

it embarrasses only me, with its mysterious shopping carts

and far too adequate drainage. The repainted freight cars,

somber as tea bags, begin again to green. All this time toward my father, I have stood

with a glistening blackberry between the index

and thumb finger of my numb left hand.

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Glorious refinery, doomed to your own useless plumbing,

you must stand me one favor for the spaces I have hidden you in my lungs.

Before the local artists indent your smokestacks

as they never stood, or the governor dedicates

your wreckage to our children's defense fund, or the university archaeologist delivers

his humorous eulogy for your beams,

please become dark. Please go out as anonymously as a toddler's nightlight after ten in Indiana.

I can offer no tulips, no captions or enlightened epitaphs, but please, good thing, stop shining.

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