Saturday, September 11, 2021

Barre, Vermont by Wayne F. Burke

I sit at a table
in the sun
outside a restaurant
on the Champs-Elysees—
a hell of a Paris
this town is—
sketchy characters, assorted
riff-raff
walk past
and the gyro or giro or
gismo sandwich
is not hot,
and cost me 12 bucks—
qu’es que c’est
with that?




Wayne F. Burke's poetry has been widely published online and in print. He has published six full-length poetry collections, most recently DIFLUCAN (BareBack Press, 2019). He lives in the Pine Tree State.

   


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