Connect The DotsJoseph Ross
If a man wakes in Yemen, with shoes under his bed and eats breakfast with luggage, then buys a one-way ticket from the bearded waiter to summer in Baghdad, all so he can send an email, which causes a rustling of the palm trees above the heads of three men who will pray three fridays from now in a mosque without their shoes that is near an ATM which a young girl's father used in 2001, and a light flashes in Langley, Virginia but the analyst is up getting coffee and thinking of her daughter's coloring book and the various line and drawing games her daughter has not completed, are we safe yet?
Joseph Ross Read Bio Author Discusses Poems
|©copyright 2004-2019, No Tell Motel. All poems ©copyright the authors.|