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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