March 9, 2013

One poem by Lee Evans

One Night Stand

He did not belong indoors,
But I crouched on the gravel sidewalk
And lifted him with the TV Guide—
And that tiny snail
Left a faint slime trail
Where I parked his mobile home
On a pack of Daddy’s Camel Cigarettes.

That night in Egypt,
A pyramid and palm tree
Stood behind the dromedary,
From whose hump the slime flowed
Over the cellophane desert
To that undiscovered country
Beyond the edge of our lamp stand.

Lee Evans lives in Bath, Maine, and works for the local YMCA. His poems have appeared in such journals as Contemporary Rhyme, The Christendom Review and Decanto.  His latest collection is available on

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