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Monday's Poem

Mark Tworow graduated from Alberta College of Art in 1991 and moved to Smithers, a small town in northern British Columbia. He has managed the independent bookstore Interior Stationery and Books for 15 years, and somehow manages to find time to paint, write poetry, and raise two growing boys, of course with loads of encouragement and support from his wife Regina.

© 2007 Mark Tworow

it turns out
love and age are strange friends
she says to me

and if you guessed
this is a sour story

except I plugged my ears
and had to smile at how her
mouth formed the words
I couldn't hear

couldn't seem to wipe
the silly grin off my face
which didn't seem to help

the quiet is refreshing
I lie to myself