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Issue # 3 January 2011
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Edytta Anna Wojnar


There Were No Flaws With His Days

It was just a matter of water
dripping with a pattern,
sometimes, especially at night,
at the wrong time and too loud.
He tried to pull off his ears.

There were no flaws with his days.
Yet, his eyes stopped seeing in color,
his shoulders, which used to hold
the whole world for her,
drooped lower.

It was just a matter of the moment
he neglected
to pin his heart
to the Chevy's dashboard,
that he drove away from home.