Trying to beat the northbound snow on an early bus. Reading my own poems strange to see them caught inside a book. Feeling a little proud of the fonts, brackets the lovely binding thread. Thinking already of my car back in Boston street cleaning & snow emergency Monday morning drive to Maine for work. Bus windows wet with snow leather boots wet with snow. The dead of Queens lie under snow.
Aaron Tieger Read Bio Author Discusses Poems
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