In The Trinity

He's good, he's young.
The finger of the morning.

I hop by.
These short words
spring.

Alaska, or alas.
I'm listening.

Do they cook them, he asks.
I like them hot, but not this hot,
she replies.

Vast elevators
up and down College Hill.


Copyright © 2004 Brian Kim Stefans
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