David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,564 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

The White Ship (10.1) - Poem by David McLansky

(10.1) Solar Room

I go out to the Solar Room,
Seeking respite from the gloom;
An old man who has had a stroke,
Tries to bum from me a smoke;
He points to my encased cigar;
I point to his cerebral scar.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 11, 2013

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