Susan Rich Poems

And some time later in the lingering
blaze of summer, in the first days
after September 11th you phoned –
...

The End flashes on the screen all curlicues.
It's a film we've seen a dozen times before.
The lovers kiss, their bodies fall from view
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Falls deep into disarray; dishes
cleansed by the cat's rough tongue -

his whiskers skate along the dinner plate's
...