Francis Santaquilani

Supper - Poem by Francis Santaquilani

No words, but rain.
Eyes slide past eyes on their way
To covered dishes.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, December 12, 2011

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