Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Gene McCormick- Poem & Art



Joe and Minna discussing Sartre under
a purple and baby blue sky:

It’s gonna rain but the drops will
run off the brim of my hat and fall
to the ground nurturing  the grass
and flowers.
Not if you walk on the sidewalk.
I will take off my shoes and socks
and walk barefoot through the grass.
And catch a cold? Don’t be stupid.
It’s 90 degrees.
You might step on broken glass.
Maybe. Maybe not.

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