Poem for Monday Morning
Morning
Rush Hour Glimpse: Mary-Martha
travel mug
in one hand
battered watering
can in the other
cigarette screwed
into the corner
of his mouth broken
-down slippers terry
-cloth housecoat
pried open
by potbelly hair an
unkempt
salt-and-pepper
bird’s nest
he singly spritzes
the twiggy clutch
of hardpan yellow mums
by the sagging
front porch step
the one
thing necessary
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