Jon Corelis


Sketch - Poem by Jon Corelis

California spring at the end of the twentieth century:
the sun is chill and warm like Chardonnay;
from the news box windows in front of the Whole Foods Market
headlines recount why people are blown to bits.
A grey gaunt man scrapes a coin return with a finger,
evincing no dismay at finding nothing.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 27, 2003

Poem Edited: Friday, November 18, 2011


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