Saturday, February 25, 2012

poem || Peter Sherburn-Zimmer

Waste Land

I passed through the center of the universe once,
just outside of Lawrence, Kansas...
a greasy spoon diner...

a young, too-soon lost waitress
with nothing in her eyes
before the vast storm across the plain
distracted my family and I
from the food poisoning she fed us...
far beyond her knowledge of good and bad.

Can anyone know
where he is
when death and miracle pass by
so closely?

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