May 3, 2010 -- JUne 28, 2015 The World's Original Online Poetry Bar
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Cruel spring
by Susan S. Keiser
A stray bit of hair works itself onto my cheek
to move in the thin, cool air of winter
and mingle with the smoke of cigarettes;
such threadbare histories we'd written.
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