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The Finger |
if poetry is long sopping
poontang, then most all
poetry editors are moody
old men inside who have
taken up the N.Y. Times
crossword puzzle & dream
of helping Maureen the old
Hungarian widow across the
street with cultivating sprigs
in her first vegetable garden.
too bad her husband is dead.
today’s hint: see the ring finger.
copyright 2010
KJ
Hays |
