Monday, July 18, 2011

1950s SMALL TOWN LIFE/UNTITLED POEM





The bird sits on the water faucet
And drinks upside-down
He pays me no mind.
He knows I am not real.
Another statue.

I am not so sure he is real, either.


Susan J. Skinner


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