The White Ship (10.1) Poem by David McLansky
The White Ship (10.1)
Rating: ★5.0
(10.1) Solar Room
I go out to the Solar Room,
Seeking respite from the gloom;
An old man who has had a stroke,
Tries to bum from me a smoke;
He points to my encased cigar;
I point to his cerebral scar.
Monday, March 11, 2013
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