Friday, July 23, 2010

Grown Up


Too tall a tale
she said
with drink in her hand
through smoky bar air
with one hundred
Conversations
going round and round us
100 conversations
about little lives
and real estate
and watering lawns
so they don't go brown

By Nathan Schaffner
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1 comment:

The Bijou Poetry Review said...

Check out Nathan's Blog:

http://www.hitssnoozetwice.blogspot.com/

July 23, 2010 at 10:27 AM

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