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In countless empty hours
he fingers the silent telephone,
forgets
morning pills,
how to boil water,
if he's still a poet,
a father, or the best friend
of what's-his-name.
Pants pockets bulge:
unwrapped cherry cough drops,
pennies, a wad of crinkled kleenex
to hand his daughter (what's
her name?)
when she cries.
~Sandy Steinman
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Formerly an adjunct professor of Fine Art Photography at Fairfield University in CT, Sandy
Steinman returned to Marin County, CA in 1990, where she writes poetry, prose and one-act plays. Several plays have been presented
at Dominican University San Rafael, CA. Her poems have been widely published. Online credits include The Melic Review,
Eclectica, The Third Muse, Pulse, Zimmerzine, The Third Warrior Review, and The Adirondack Review.
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