Briar Prose: fiction and poetry for Sunday, July 13, 2008

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Poem: misadventures at the mall

mist What happened to the substance? The cloud at our feet Can be called neither fog nor steam Nothing left that’s chilly. You see that you’ve misplaced it, It belongs outside, Not below gumball machines Or where food courts reside. Lovely escalators But will they turn on? Centered is a book to... Sign in to see full entry.

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