Morning Coffee #12

Where the author pretentiously post a poem he enjoys. Inside Out BY DIANE WAKOSKI I walk the purple carpet into your eyecarrying the silver butter serverbut a truck rumbles by,                      leaving its black tire prints on my footand old images          the sound of banging screen doors on hot             afternoons and a fly buzzing over the Kool-Aid […]

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