THREE POEMS
Sep 01, 2018
1 minute
LEONARD GONTAREK
Diner
At twenty past the hour,
there is a scent of bacon and wind.
Drying flowers on the cigarette machine
crackle in unseen flames.
The spirit steps outfor air and returns to the waterfallof silverware and cups and talk.We don’t have
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