The Poetry of Gerry Anne Lenhart . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

17: I Can Still See Your Face

I can still see your face
Sitting there
All of us eating pizza
In that little joint on Ralston Rd.
I'm pregnant
You said
Beaming
It's a girl-child
I said
And we all laughed
It's gone now
That little pizza joint
Isn't that sad?

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