1972
Poetry
by Michael F. Nyiri
Couldn't Help It
Long silver needle racing past the 80 Gordon Lightfoot songs from the radio Lampposts can't be counted anymore.... No one there to say 'she's gone' But he knows it anyway Grim-faced-jaw set-head erect A tear streams down his face The pedal touches the floor Why ? The whole mess ends in a blowout
copyright 2001 by Michael F. Nyiri
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