Leo Yankevich

Silver Star - 3,175 Points (October 30,1961 / Farrell, Pennsylvania)

Tine - Poem by Leo Yankevich

There’s hard-wrought solitude:
past fifty, out for beer,
alone, not lonely. Ear
attuned to music, food
inside the belly, fine—
knowing dream is better
than a lost love letter,
old teats scrawled with a tine.

Topic(s) of this poem: love, time


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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 28, 2015



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