Jury Duty After Lunch
Through high dusty windows
of the jury waiting room,
white tatters of late-winter rain
drift slowly north—
beyond Nevada City,
Camp Far West,
Rough & Ready,
Higgins Corner, and French Corral.
Soon the public address will speak:
There will be much talk
this afternoon,
but little said of clouds.
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Dissection Time, or a Scientist’s Love Song to a Donated Corpse
A poem by Brian Northere of Sacramento.
Published on 06.16.05