RUED AWAKENING
"Slam!"
Intrudes the rainy afternoon, as the
Bent black-suited renter
Retrieves his
Groceries from the
Yellow
Taxi.
IN THE MEDFORD, OREGON, TWILIGHT
"Where do we
Journey from, what
Final
Port
Awaits our finished
Years?"
Chomped the
Cigar-smoking philosopher, as he
Turned from
Lamented Garfield Street,
Onto Kenyon.
Unit Circle Poetry