by Margaret S. Mullins
scattered remnants of snow
melting
hurried by the steady gray rain
falling
a dark and quiet day to read
wondering
if the editor of the times was
choking
as he placed pictures of haitians
starving
next to advertisements of tiffany's
selling
fifteen-hundred dollar celebration
rings
Margaret S. Mullins splits her time between the quiet of rural Maryland and the rumpus of downtown Baltimore. Her work has appeared in Prairie Poetry, Loch Raven Review, Welter, New Voice News, Manorborn 2008, Sun, Chesapeake Reader, Gunpowder Review, Long Story Short, and Persimmon Tree. She is the editor of Manorborn 2009 (Abecedarian Press).
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