when the Pulitzer Prize
winning poet paused
to take a sip
from his glass of water
the old man struggled
and the plastic black straw
slid up his nose
and the wealthy white women
giggled mercilessly
when the Pulitzer Prize
winning poet paused
to take a sip
from his glass of water
the old man struggled
and the plastic black straw
slid up his nose
and the wealthy white women
giggled mercilessly
Those wealthy white women–and so many of us have to depend on them.
Alexander Marshall pembroke5@aol.com