Is the wry grin
an old hippy makes
when hiding a handful
of magic mushrooms.
Or the way strangers
feel innocent
and accomplished at
the summit. Nowhere
but down to go
from there. Sucking
the jeweled teeth of
the Flatirons like kids.
George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, The Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in USA Today, The Wall Street Journal, The Atlantic, Havana Times, South China Morning Post, The Buffalo News, and more.
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