by Howie Good
Night,
a black-
suited
limo driver
going
wherever
ordered
to go,
drives
away
with eyes
closed
and
the back
seat
empty.
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May 3, 2010 -- JUne 28, 2015
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I so do like your poetic stylings, Howie.
ReplyDeleteSparse. I can walk on your poem like a Chinese gymnast on a balance beam.
ReplyDeleteoh thank you, jeff & sara
ReplyDeleteThanks to The Camel Saloon and Orion headless, I've gotten to meet some outstanding writers. Thanks Russell, Sara, and Howie.
ReplyDeleteexcellent and intriguing
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