Planet Unrequitia Poem # 38 Poem by Warren Falcon
Planet Unrequitia Poem # 38
Planet Unrequitia Poem 38
for Richard Hugo
One good town out of six and that's the
one you leave behind where your boxers
hang content at home on the line, back
yard neighbors speculate over lingerie
with black lace.
The sun can barely contain itself.
The mail man wishes he was me.
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Unrequitia is pronounced Un-re-kwy-sha as in the word 'Unrequited'
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