- Non-Erotic Poetry
- for a social worker
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FOR A SOCIAL WORKER 7312240TT/LAW
By JCSTREET ©
We couldn’t live together and
after drifting
apart like dodgems couldn’t
live that way either . . . I
follow women on the street afraid
to admit they’re not you, Ann
says there’s a man in Vancouver
whose morning whiskers
gouge your belly where
my head once lay, in
the end I am left only
with your Christmas gifts the
shirt faded, the Dunhill lighter
pockmarked but still
a warm fire in the night
--30-- December 24, 1973, Ottawa
- COMMENTS
LeBrozabout 16 years agoThis poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 39,000 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>
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Vampiric_Miragealmost 20 years agoThank you for sharing it, the emotions clearly echo through the words, affecting the reader.
tungtied2ualmost 20 years agolead me to one explanation. Sometimes life sucks. Thanks Jim, I share your sadness.
sandspikealmost 20 years agoI seen and felt less than you, but I know the road you
just paved so beautifully.
