I go into the city, I don’t
go into the city and when I get back
from not going, I don’t know I went.
Such is the nature of the urban landscape.
I drive through the countryside,
I walk through the countryside
and when I eventually stop both,
I enjoy my flat tire.
By Charles Springer
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Charles Springer is a painter, having lived much of his life in Philadelphia and currently living on the family homestead in northcentral Pennsylvania. He has been writing for over twenty years and has enjoyed publishing in Apalachee Review, Boxcar Poetry Review, The Cincinnati Review, Cold Mountain Review, Faultline, Great Stream Review, Heliotrope and Licking River Review, among others. Some of his new poems have or will appear in Oak Bend Review, Café Review and Pemmican.
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