Sassanna
Sassanna was painting the back porch,
in the early afternoon.
I opened the window, hot air flowed in.
Carried the smell of both soup
and nearby garbage.
Singing and pissing on a bluebricked wall,
lit by moonlight.
-Will Dockery
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"Sassanna" a poem by Will Dockery, published in the 1995 Poet's Market, page 248:
Wednesday, May 26, 2021
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I love the picture Sassana paints. a bit of grit here and it's like the beginning of a movie I want to watch!!
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