Lawrence Goeckel has published here and there, taken some classes, and held a few jobs. He retired in New Mexico nearly ten years ago and lives near the mountains but, not in them.
A group of
strangers waits
for the bus, all
looking down the
street at the same
moment for
something that
will carry them
into the future,
and one of them
takes his shirt
off, as if to say:
this is my city
20. September 2014
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