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No Sun


03.11.14 Posted in today's words by

Mitchell Krochmalnik Grabois was born in the Bronx and now splits his time between Denver and a 120-year-old one-room schoolhouse in Riverton Township MI. His short fiction and poems have appeared in hundreds of literary magazines in the United States and internationally. He is a regular contributor the The Prague Revue. Mitchell has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, most recently for his story “Purple Heart,” published in The Examined Life in 2012 and for his poem “Birds,” published in The Blue Hour, 2013. His novel, Two-Headed Dog, is available as an ebook or in print.

No Sun
By Mitchell Krochmalnik Grabois

I had a ’55 Buick Special
about twenty years old
port-holes on the side
like remora on a shark

I materialized at stop signs
then dematerialized
went on my way

I roared off down the highway
invisible to Smokies
undetectable by radar
fog temporarily transformed to steel
and vice versa

I became a refugee from that place
I wish I were still there
The sun never shone
I’d trade the sun

 



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