Hitherto and there, a solemn long, long, long, long, long line chokes its way from wet-pavement outside up black-canopy-covered, chipped-cement stairs through strained-lit rooms with maroon, crushed-velvet chairs past the 18-gauge, smooth gun-metal-finish, stainless-steel closed casket of the teenager on this reluctant day of Spring.
blue change dish –
a pocket thread tangles
the car keys
by Jeffrey Winke
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
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