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Change of the Guard San Felipe Pueblo Casino Hollywood equidistant from A to Z a couple of semi’s idling their engines down in the lower lot a few minutes late we beat him by 10 ex-husband noses his truck beside my car rolls down the window: "Sorry I’m late. . . how’re you doing?" Teenager already out of the car backpack tossed in the bed of the truck, runs interference: "Mom went totally nuts this morning--she threw a spoon at me!" For what it’s worth, I set the record straight: "I threw it near you, not at you, my dear-- and it was a fork, not a spoon." |
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Issue #28, August, 2002 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.