September will never come she said. Crop circles in her eyes looking deeply and falling back to Earth when she looks forward. The cigarette butt touches the ground. It’s cancer he said. She smiled and tipped the man. Then, laughed all the way home.
Rights & Access
This poem was submitted for the "Poetry for the Mind's Joy" project and is reproduced here with permission from the author. All rights reserved. Poetry for the Mind's Joy is Poet Laureate Kay Ryan's project that includes a community college poetry contest administered by the Community College Humanities Association and a lively videoconference.
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Jessica Burts
Gwinnett Technical College, Lawrenceville, GA
Faculty Advisor: Rebecca Alexander, Program Director, English