Shawn L. Bird

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poem- nerves July 3, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:36 pm
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When

You sat beside me

I couldn’t find the gears

on this car I drive every day.

Your half drunk bottle of water

has become the  holy relic in a

 smile bestowing, mobile shrine

to your presence next

to me.