What Sits in Front2nd Place in the Poetry Writing Contest
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Issue 17
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what sits in front of me
is not the future that lies ahead. its sleepiness, its restless shape conceal a fullness, albeit dormant at these moments. why make a fuss about its stingy tendrils, when a short puff of air will suffice to keep its urgency away from my cat-gut hands? why move over, when that seat has been taken by an old woman whose days of preening are long over? |
Wayne Bornholdt is a retired bookseller who lives in West Michigan. Besides taking care of three Golden Retrievers, he plays tennis. He holds degrees in philosophy and religious studies. His poetry has been published in numerous reviews and journals.
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