Palm Sunday —
a homeless man
gives me directions
posted by extraspecialbitter at 12:09 AM
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8 Comments:
Oh my...Paul, what a powerful poem! Excellent use of juxtaposition. This poem continues to resonate within me.
BTW, I enjoyed your work in the Taboo Haiku anthology!
curtis, dustin - thank you for the compliments! this happened last night in Brockton, MA, a Boston suburb that has seen better days. We were just leaving a poetry reading in nearby East Bridgewater and had managed to get hopelessly lost. I swallowed my pride long enough to pull into a gas station to ask for directions to the main highway. A disheveled but polite man obliged. I am indebted to him.
this is perfect!
Well done!
i love this one!
Very nice Paul!
Sangeet
what the others said
Wow!
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