A Trip In Five Parts

April 22nd, 2013 § 0 comments


The husband was frail and gaunt.
a fifth of Scotch
like spring water, gulping
another addict


The European boy
his ghost
the door to the room ajar


Hitchhiking from Athens
without a map
coastal roads, at dusk.
coffee, to keep himself awake


Suzanne asked him what he was hauling.
Inside were thousands of baby chicks in stacks of wire cages.


The Tehran hospital
I would go tomorrow.
Things disappeared,
Bob and the long haired guy
But I remembered them, on the island of Ios.


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