–with gratitude to Meg Pokrass
(published in righthandpointing.net –number 73, “one-sentence poems,” March 2014)
copyright 2014 by Floyce Alexander
Sunday, March 9, 2014
The Road
The road seems to end in the sky, where we dislodge grief by wiping our eyes, waiting for the thaw to commence; meanwhile my frozen spine feels like a swarm of giant ants biting, and to break the chill we sip hot tea in a roadside café.
–with gratitude to Meg Pokrass
(published in righthandpointing.net –number 73, “one-sentence poems,” March 2014)
–with gratitude to Meg Pokrass
(published in righthandpointing.net –number 73, “one-sentence poems,” March 2014)
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