Friday, April 7, 2006
Eleanor
This poem is actually about a little old lady who had free tickets to the movie theater I worked in as a kid. “Solitude vivifies; isolation kills.” Joseph Roux, Mediations of a Parish Priest, 1886 “Eleanor” The yellow glow of neon lights hit her face as she walks alone again tonight, A wobble in her...
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