She just wants something
she can feel; a cigarette
and a steering wheel.
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Country Fair and Errata
He toyed with the scrap of paper
in his pocket. She would be back for her books.
Certain of its future he sat down heavily.
He would fold it and place it
in the pages between her third
and fourth favorite Simic poems.
Months later, when she found it,
enough time would have passed
that she would be unsure as she unfolded it.
Enough time would have passed
that she would smile as she read it,
refolded it and dogeared the page.
Enough.
