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John Dorroh

John Dorroh

“Dancing for Do-nuts”
Rosie and I dance on 54th street
Until her jaw is hanging down
Around her throat. Irish coffee
Doesn’t help doesn’t hurt and it’s
Definitely for sipping.
She wants to slip into a church and pray
for peace good health and cool shoes
along the Journey but I’m not in
the mix
Rosie owns the Mountain
at least for the moment. I am
gracious and tentative and well
behaved at funerals.
But we are Certainly not dead, just a bit gray
Around the Temple. I vow to take
Her hands in a marriage hybrid as
Select sushi rolls at Eat Now Diner.
It’s off to the races along
55th into another
furious gray dawn
of bedroom smoke.
-John Dorroh

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