Sunday, May 22, 2022

Slip By Wayne F. Burke

A strong wind sweeps up a girl's
skirt;
she has a slip on underneath,
and underneath that,
nothing.
After she goes into the cafe
I wait, outside
for her return
but,
by the time she does
return,
the damn wind has died
down.




Wayne F. Burke's poetry has been widely published in print and online (including in THE DAILY DOPE FIEND). He is author of eight collections of poetry--most recently BLACK SUMMER, Spartan Press, 2021. He lives in Vermont (USA).

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