Soup By Wayne F. Burke

I bought a newspaper and

read it while sitting on a park bench

and afterward, I went back to my a.p.t.

and washed the dishes then

vacuumed the rug;

got a call from a telemarketer I did not answer

then took a bath, then

shaved...Cooked and ate a bowl of

tomato soup, with crackers, and as

I ate

remembered

that

yesterday, around 10 a.m.

his girlfriend said

Larry died.

Wayne F. Burke's poetry and prose has been widely published in print and online (including in THE RYE WHISKEY REVIEW). He was nominated for a Pushcart by THE DOPE FIEND DAILY in 2022. He lives in Vermont (USA).