concupiscible

She was blonde, pretty:
she smiled at the three older men
as they sat down at a table near the bar.

I know you
she smiled
and sat at their table.

Did we sing for you once
one of them asked, Continue reading

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whether

The snow that fell all day
starting the morning after
I mowed the plucky spring grass–
that snow made me ask
whether the weather Continue reading

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tired

Sat for an hour today
making notes about the surrounding guys—
all waiting for our new tires.

Some sat, some paced outside;
two knew each other
conversed in French—
a lot of hand Continue reading

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