August 2019.
Poem, Perchance
The fair-haired woman of forty in the pink baseball cap, the diaphanous rainbow skirt over purple tights, and the black crocs, brought her breakfast onto the 80 bus that goes through West Medford: a strawberry Pop-Tart and a mug of black coffee from home.
Poetry by Xerxes Riffraff
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