the yesterday stork
yesterday
the crane alarming
flew away
i spent an eternity searching for discarded
and lost
pennies
on the pavement
the flustered crane fluttered off
then i chucked them in
a pale stagnant creek
full of envious scum puddles
and the rewinding crane or
stork
Michael D. Sullivan was born and raised in St. Louis, Mo and currently resides in San Antonio, TX. The three poems presented in this issue of WV? are his first published works.