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Mark Tarallo



SUNDAY EVENING

After sundown, toward night,
the sky an oversaturated

lunar blue, darkening
imperceptibly. Regrets

flicker in and out
like the broadcast tower

lights above Fort Reno Park.
Two skinny redheads, in chain

studs and Megadeth T-shirts,
lie hugging in the grass.





Mark Tarallo
Mark Tarallo writes about policy and politics as a free-lance journalist and ghostwriter in Washington, DC. New to publishing, he has poems forthcoming in Abbey, Angel Face, and Asphodel. He reports that now its on to the Bs.




                                    

 

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