Two Poems by Michael Mercurio
MICHAEL MERCURIO
The Silver Top no longer sits / adrift in a field of periwinkle / gravel; I’ve heard it’s reborn, / polished chrome and all, some- / where new.
The Silver Top no longer sits / adrift in a field of periwinkle / gravel; I’ve heard it’s reborn, / polished chrome and all, some- / where new.
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