Poetry is an anagram for Potery (sic)

lonliness and wooden chairs in coffee shop delays
waiting for the moments when my clock says “make your way”
a nickel for a pack of smokes and a baseball for a play
memoring my randoms for later lives to say
“I read his latest uncovered, and oh the reparte”
or at least I hope so and take a stack of writing to my grave…

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