Friday, November 4, 2011

a poem, maybe 2

poetry in Iowa  3/29/11

earth's dirt-smudged cheeks
covered with graying stubble
awaiting spring's rain



Flight 1570 to Seattle  11/2/11

He pulls the lavatory door open
Startled, sees himself in the mirror
A moment of recognition, wide-eyed
The door closes

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