A Poem for Don in Winter

I once dropped into A nondescript café If you can call it that - Windows facing a grey wasteland Of ugly buildings One table over, a man sighed And complained about the starkness Of the place in mid-winter The mounds … Continue reading →
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Published on January 19, 2014 10:12
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