His Last Gift

Silent,
the pocket watch
once my grandfather's pride -
Now untouched, I have no heart to
wind it.

One Way Ticket

Mile
after mile,
the interstate streams past.
The reflection in the smoked glass -
no change.

Return to the front page of this issue:   Amaze   Vol. 2, No. 2   Fall & Winter, 2003.
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These poems are Copyright © 2003 by Keith Tobin.