John W. McEwers

Veteran Poet - 1,178 Points (6/20/1980 / Nova Scotia, Halifax)

Coldcase - Poem by John W. McEwers

Trails gone
and the tracker
the old man in the corner of the bar
stops sniffing to take a sip of beer
belly so big his pants explode
into stars and shine like headlights on a car
horn blows and he's back
the tracker sets to the scent
of a woman


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 14, 2010



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