AMONG OTHER THINGS Poem by Conor O'Callaghan

AMONG OTHER THINGS



The rest
have driven to the mall.
Any second now
will be too dark.

This close to the edge,
among other things,
I read.

Leaves rattle overhead.
Little pockets
of canned applause
sift through
the screened porch
in next door's yard.

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