Three Poems By Joshua Beckman
The air is always there
and my fan
knows just what to do with it.
Sun off the heads of a thousand cars
and one white van in a ditch
with sun shining off it too.
Some man on bicycle
playing his radio.
What world doesn't he rule.
The air is always there
and my fan
knows just what to do with it.
Sun off the heads of a thousand cars
and one white van in a ditch
with sun shining off it too.
Some man on bicycle
playing his radio.
What world doesn't he rule.
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