Warren Falcon

Rookie - 499 Points (04/23/52 - xxxx / Spartanburg, South Carolina, USA)

Planet Unrequitia Poem # 38 - Poem by Warren Falcon

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.


Unrequitia is pronounced Un-re-kwy-sha as in the word 'Unrequited'

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 8, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 9, 2013

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