Saturday afternoon poetry

Some poems to enjoy on a cold Saturday with a fine cup of coffee ….

Drop leaves Faucet

Charles (on the corner)

you say in Chicago (never trust a jazz man)

when he played “The Pretender”

reading Fitzgerald

i am Nabokov’s butterfly

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