Friday, June 13, 2014

morass



the meat was tough
the table was dirty
the server was hard
the cook was angry
the roadway was packed
the people were rushed
the day was too long
the night was too short
and somewhere a lamb bleats
a music as soft as silk for its mother
sensing the inevitable wave



lucy meskill
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