A friend called on the phone
today. We discussed how
a man’s heart unfolds,
realizes itself on the road,
and dies out there.
Somewhere in conversation
it came to our attention—
my old friend and I—
that we’d left them there
to do just that.
Poetry & Verse by Nicholas Alzate
A friend called on the phone
today. We discussed how
a man’s heart unfolds,
realizes itself on the road,
and dies out there.
Somewhere in conversation
it came to our attention—
my old friend and I—
that we’d left them there
to do just that.