07/04/2015

#poem #poetry #amwriting #sketchbook #wood

'but joan wouldn't say that'

we laugh about it now
the ghosts are gone
sweeping the stage
of the directors pulled hair
feel it - feel it
they say
he feels the marble
turning in his pocket

'I know joan wouldn't say that'

skirt tucked into bomber pants
she fearlessly strides to the bar
bursting to share
her enthusiasm

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