Open SignA Poem by Crysta K CoburnThis was written very early in the morning the day after we buried my father at a coffee shop.
Sitting in the wooden corner
beneath the neon light of the open sign, my companions a Boston Creme and steamed milk in black tea while the radio moans wish you were here. I don't know why I ever expected that we should do any more in life than die alone. © 2011 Crysta K Coburn |
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Added on February 7, 2011 Last Updated on February 7, 2011 AuthorCrysta K CoburnAnn Arbor, MIAboutI was born in Kalamazoo and have grown up in the surrounding area. Graduated from Western Michigan University with a BA in Creative Writing and Asian Studies in 2005. For 2 1/2 years, I lived in Calif.. more..Writing
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