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Nightfall Over Easy Street
Tim Gillespie

I never aspired to Easy Street,
Amen’d to Langston’s “Life ain’t no crystal stair.”
But still, I counted my lucky stars
until one fell and shattered at my feet.

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Tim Gillespie lives in Portland, Oregon, where the relentless winter drizzle produces lots of rich, gloppy mulch and slippery sidewalks, all conducive to writing poems. A veteran public school teacher of nearly four decades, he embraced the seamless life of writing and teaching writing, both acts informing each other. Recent poems of his have shown up in Windfall, Fireweed, Passager, and Oregon English. MoonPath Press published his 2020 collection Old Stories, Some Not True.

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