j o h n  r o s

almost asleep for the long haul
to each side pacing back and forth like on autopilot — three points in life must change in order to find and seek. as grey molds around setting the cast overlooked with anticipation — the walk changes step, marking on, still breathing, though barely awake.

poems by jan brodeur, a fellow vsc staff member. 2006
jan shuffles silently though her faint sigh can be heard for miles. her light is bright as a full moon, when she is too, moving from side to side in flip-flops because they promote good feelings, or so she was told by a friend in […]