Poems from General Prospero
The day was bright and cool,
Sunshine sparkling on the rain-wet streets,
High clouds danced away
Across the high, blue sky
The sun, golden...
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What happened?
It wasn't meant to be, I guess.
I met someone.
You met someone.
Someone met us more than halfway,
Half dressed.
You came...
Twilight, gray snow weeping
Down the livid sky
Rusted pickups, belching steam vents
Bloodshot furtive eyes.
Drunk at dawn
Beside the...