A new prose poem from my ongoing manuscript. This one is called “Dear Working Man with Tarred Leggings.” Winter poem. A little morning broth to heat the bones. Beauty does not only exist for the leisure class.

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A new prose poem from my ongoing manuscript. This one is called “Dear Working Man with Tarred Leggings.” Winter poem. A little morning broth to heat the bones. Beauty does not only exist for the leisure class.

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