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118th Weekly Poetry Contest honorable mention: Taxi

by Sarah Russell

I'm in a taxi at the end of the world,
meter running, searching for that place
I saw once when you loved me.  The night
is an egg -- thick, with a broken moon.  
Since you've gone, I rack up days
like billiard balls, scatter them
to the corners of time, looking
for a pocket -- any warm pocket.

        First published in Shot Glass Journal

118th Weekly Poetry Contest