Jenkins Street Poetry Project
A collection of original poems by Don Stinson
Thursday, June 11, 2009
2 x 5 x 3
Lonely pool.
Puffy sky.
Bright night.
You. I.
Vodka tonics,
Sudden quiet.
Far away,
Distant hum
Of traffic
You strain
To hear.
Why bother?
Sudden quiet.
Close by,
Bright night,
You. I.
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