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James Travers Blanchard
Poems
Sep 2014
No saint
Upon giving a cigarette
To a woman whom had been crying
Because she had been caught
Taking food from a buffet line
Where we were both employed
"James, you are a saint, you are always giving when you have so little"
She said with a wet eyed smile.
I am far from it
It will take more than shifting cigarettes
To save my soul
"Truth is"
I had told her
"We are are only Saints
In photographs and in
memories"
Written by
James Travers Blanchard
Lafayette, Louisiana
(Lafayette, Louisiana)
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