Near Miss Poem by Fanny Howe

Near Miss



I almost met you
On a Saturday
In Gloucester.
The wind blew easterly.
There was a jar of mums
On a table near the window.

Their yellows were calling
To each other.

Place-names
Were put back
In the pencil drawer
Before I noticed your shadow.

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Fanny Howe

Fanny Howe

Buffalo, New York
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