Monday, March 21, 2016

missing ana

mondays used to be about ana
fountain pens out, fresh sheets of paper
a walk through a wooded preserve
coffee at a local shop where poetry books
whispered through the gaps in old wooden shelves
today is monday
the evening is long in the tooth
the streetlight has gone to bed
and ana is missing
where is ana?
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