Sunday, August 28, 2016

Sunday Starbucks poem

Success (an erasure poem based on a Sunday Sports story from the NY Times)

A little more than three years ago,
The man
Told her the future.

The man seemed
An unlikely clairvoyant.
His predictions
Distinctly outlandish:
A romantic rise,
A cash-filled corporate push.

On Sunday:
The future,
Exactly as predicted,

Has arrived. 

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