The Poorly Locked Vault Of The Mind Swings Open At The Approach Of Sleep
Last night just before sleep
I thought of kissing you
on the street corner
outside the Polish church
in Pittsburgh where
everybody could see
but it didn’t matter
and maybe we also got donuts
but I can’t remember.
/ / /
29 June 2022
Pittsfield MA
POEM: The Poorly Locked Vault Of The Mind Swings Open At The Approach Of Sleep
Published in My poems Pennsylvania Poetry
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