Monday, September 19, 2011

Pulp Poem of the Week



I stood on the top
of the toboggan slide,
thinking how small it was
really,
and how large it had looked
to me when I was a kid.
It had been a world then,
a big one.
You could get lost in it.
Now I knew no world
was big enough
to get lost in.
Gil Brewer
“Final Appearance”
1951

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