An Hour To Spare Poem by Lon Yankofsky

Lon Yankofsky

Lon Yankofsky

between the lips and thighs in Montreal

An Hour To Spare



The incessant calls
The soundless screams
The pleading of extremely urgent
Practical matters ignored
Unattended
Outside my office
In the evening’s twilight
Suspended
Friday Evening Prayer
The song of a bird
Insistent
a passing rainshower:
Beheld.

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Lon Yankofsky

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between the lips and thighs in Montreal
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