Bench I was in my car waiting in a line of pouting vehicleson Tecumseh Road East. It was hot. My windowswere open. I looked to my right and on a concretebench, the kind with a large ad on the backrest(real estate? a woman’s head, text, a phone number)Two teens, kissing. Like, making out. Mouths open,… Continue reading POEM A DAY – April 10