a coffeehouse in the 60s
hidden away on bellefonte street
pittsburgh
the room overflowing without notice
guitars picking through every
polemic
a (pawn) chess piece sliding across
the floor
a meeting of antiwar artwork
without deferments
scattering in the night like four
corners (plus one)
of a pentagon
soldiers hanging on by sheer
conscience
all leaves canceled at midnight
this outreach project years in the
making
had john the baptist written all
over it
--- e b bortz
2 comments:
I love this poem, Ed.
thanks!
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