Wednesday, July 4, 2012

A Poem by Sherry Steiner

It may rain,
It may rain.
Hook, line and sinker…
Within a stone's throw
he said he would go.
O, late in the day
yes, it is tough going -
O, half-way
every quarter hour on the
quarter hour -
it is you move…
Is service included?
Without batting an eye
to play it close to the vest
he just missed falling.
To gather oneself together
to put one's cards
on the table…
I should like
to have at one's fingertips
eighty francs.
Yes.
It is noon that the heat is the strongest…
Do you know me by name?



Sherry Steiner lives in Housatonic MA. For more info: www.sherrysteiner.com

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