(March 2003)
Broken and unbroken
bottles lying in a ditch;
some clear, some brown,
some labeled, others—
who knows—
soda, beer, wine.
All dirty.
All empty.
And they’re all in the ditch.
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The illuminations and ruminations of a stationery itinerate minstrel.
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