John Allen Poems

i wish so intensely

that after an hour or two
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melted snow crawls at a snails

pace down his threadless, stinking
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leaning into the summer evening like
a slick coat of glowing oil,
sliding on skates in greased joy
coating shadows aged so
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exiting one snowstorm
another hits outside the
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unformed and anonymous
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smokebreak

Jose C.
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