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Posted by on Sep 23, 2008 in Poetry | 0 comments

Outtakes

 Outtakes

 

 

 

 

 

the rain
it’s bouncing
off the glass
starting to run
to gutters

 

 

 

garbage hesitates
then budges
before sliding
on asphalt
into twigs
and twilight

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the clash of laughter
I don’t understand
why Bubba knows the date
and I don’t

 

 

 

at 23 past the hour
running late
on May 19th, 1993

 

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