Monday, August 20, 2012

Sunsets: Two Tiny Stories About My Neighbors


There once was a man
who thought no one was watching.
He picked his wedgie.
Then sniffed his fingers.


An old man swung
from the hammock on his porch.
His belly hairs swayed gently in the breeze.
He felt like a king
in midtown Manhattan.

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