Murky and flimsy. Weak
and empty. Dark. Dangling.
Depressed. Deep hunger pangs.
Dying on the vine. Ignoble on
purpose. Groundless and buried
like emeralds or silent and
boundless as jackrabbits in
the grateful dead of a Western
New York snowstorm in March.
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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