Dawn is the rising star of my day and a ball of black fur shakes between my knees – ‘the end of the world is coming’ – crackerjacks light fires in the sky. And you had gotten away from the city running towards shaded trees and Coppertone. I laughed at my father the poet –Continue reading “Tinker to Evers to Chance”
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cutting the line
i’m doing it tonight your voice won’t hear my hello anymore i won’t don’t want your reply no news good news and wednesday is just another tuesday i’ll live yesterday and forget today’s newspaper yeah i’ve cut it –done there’s a knock at my door 2-19-81 in memoriam Frederick Francis Birkam (9/16/1922-2/18/1981)
Anne's mediocre poetry 