This poem is taken from Stand 219, 16(3) August - September 2018.
Two Poems
Poem to Find Frank Moss
It was June and afternoon. The car was red,
new. It couldn’t be missed. Do you remember
it, Frank? Do you still see the flashing red
light and the stop sign in your dreams? Do
...
It was June and afternoon. The car was red,
new. It couldn’t be missed. Do you remember
it, Frank? Do you still see the flashing red
light and the stop sign in your dreams? Do
...
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