Two Poems


      by David Russomano

Mistakes

When the wind dropped the black plastic bag in the bare branches with a silent crash,
I mistook it for a crow if only briefly, watching from the corner of my eye.
And I was surprised when my full attention turned to the truth of trash entangled.



Epitaph

Distracted all day long and in denial for the dusk,
he was deceased before the dawn and
missed his only chance to dance.









Poet David Russomano spent his formative years staring out over the waters of Long Island Sound, pondering the world beyond the constraints of his small town. Eventually, his wanderlust drove him to various corners of Europe, Asia, and the Americas as a student, teacher, and poet. His poetry has been featured in Write from Wrong, This Great Society, Red Booth Review, Phantom Kangaroo, REDzine, Thoughtsmith, and Pure Francis. It is also scheduled to appear in forthcoming issues of The Writing Disorder and Poetry for the Masses. You can find him in the Poets & Writers directory. He currently lives in Turkey.



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