Poetry | Journal

tear glazed, after William Carlos Williams, unwittingly so.

I watched an SUV
barrel
through a patch of chickens
crossing the road
without cause

the downstairs neighbor
apologized
as we bumped shoulders
collecting mail
from the rain

Nic Jean

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