Sunday, September 11, 2005

hey guys... i'm trying to gather a few pieces to submit to roosevelt's literary magazine (www.roosevelt.edu/oyezreview in case anyone else is interested in submitting things too!) this is one of the poems i wrote in prague for an assignment. any feedback for revision? need to expand? better title ideas?...

After the Iron Curtain; Flashback

His wife grows flowers, yellows
and reds, on their blue windowsill, tucks

one into his lapel as he leaves
for work, nearly retired and running

late. Boarding the metro, his freckled hand
in tweed left pocket finds no ticket. No

time. He sits, rides backwards, avoids
eye contact and clutches black

leather briefcase, compressing
the cracking fabric, wrinkling

enclosed papers. He watches
for inspectors, for secret police, tries

to hide behind a soft smile and
a red begonia.

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