If we are lucky, it is like an ant on the
sidewalks of Times Square. This memory. This oval
shaped, solid, durable, now fixed, singular,
squishy, ripping sounding, earthy tasting, leathery,
months-long, crimson-colored, knuckle sized thing.
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.
See all his poems on Tea House here.
