Christopher Manes

(New Iberia, LA)

Siete

Seven seconds counting
Seven seconds on the clock
Until my true love passing
To work to school or to the park
Oh I just don't care
Seven seconds on the dot
He's there.
Untitled To poetry lived, be it the breath I take and word I write
To poetry such that life learns and love aches
To poetry such my fancy makes

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