John W. McEwers

Freshman - 629 Points (6/20/1980 / Nova Scotia, Halifax)

Afterglow: Three - Poem by John W. McEwers

Smoke circles the ceiling fan
broken by the currents of air swirling
and descends back to us
two hot bodies and a perfect circle
of sweat stains, and we curl sideways
dropp ash to the carpet,
stub out cigarette butts
and fall awake.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 13, 2010

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