Posted in a furniture store window.
But, who will see them?
Only the man who buys a bedroom suite
If he cares to look beside
The door handle
As he rushes in.
I slogged out to take a look
After all the two poems are mine.
Snapping a picture through the glass
I realized (finally)
I should be grateful
A poet laboring in obscurity who has
Two poems hanging at the edge of town.
April 13, 2018
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