Skywise

well, thank you

what are the conditions of being a 'member' then?

The original poem is located here, at Poetry.com and was a Grand Prize Winner. Given no information to indicate that Skywise is L. D. Hirshberg, plagarism must be assumed. i'm new here...i got here because of sorciere..of whatever she i called here just a first timer here Her In a Chinese restaurant, we split the last of the rice and use it to soak up gleaming sauce. Always, we try to finish the sauce. After requesting a fresh pot of tea, our conversation turns to "her," my imaginary next lover. "She could be right outside," you say, and I nod, remembering when you were her. The tea finally comes. We burn our lips awake again. During a lull, my attention wanders and I begin to scan the street. If she were there, she might turn and see us in the window, chatting. I try to look available as I sip.