there they were barely recognizable
classmates sipping soda water
while i tip a few stouts
until i remember all their faces
About the writer:
Elizabeth Moura lives in a converted factory in a small city and works with elders in a small town. Moura has had poetry, flash fiction or photographs published in The Heron’s Nest, Chrysanthemum, Atlas Poetica, Presence, Shamrock, Flash, Paragraph Planet, Flash Fiction Magazine, Occulum and O:JA&L.