Thursday, February 4, 2010

Monday Night


His sleeves

rolled up

giving his

young son

a bath;

the new

widower.


By C.A. Leibow

2 comments:

The Bijou Poetry Review said...

c.a. leibow. has been published in numerous journals such as Barrow Street, Interim, Juked, Poetry Motel, and Stray Dog Review. He has been nominated for a Pushcart Award and a Utah Book Award. He is a graduate of Antioch University with a Masters Degree in Poetry. Being a poet, he has needed to find ways to make a living. He has worked as a dishwasher, a shoes salesman, a driver, a security guard, a bouncer, an escort driver, a mental institution orderly, a file clerk, a shipping clerk, and corporate trainer. He lives in Salt Lake City with his cat Mr. Futzwhittle.

Unknown said...

lovely touching poem

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