Saturday, May 02, 2020

rapproche

There was a man
with a stern, sour face
sallow lines cut deep
in sepulchral cheeks,
and he had a complaint.
It was not for me,
I declined. He persisted

I laughed, pointed something
out. He laughed. After that,

we got on fine.

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