Game Night Poem by Conor O'Callaghan
Game Night
Love not
being in the loop.
Grant the spruces' wish,
the golf compound
graying out of use,
suvs in the it lot,
power outage,
a chorus from the quad.
Bless the elsewhere
where others are
not here or you.
And rain
after midnight . . .
Ask yourself,
is that rain or bells?
Thursday, November 22, 2018
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