Great Regulars: This poem was triggered by a visit

to the Renaissance and Baroque rooms at the Metropolitan Art Museum, and in particular by my response to the paintings of Francisco de Zurbarán. The boys in the poem have been out late on a Friday night drinking and smoking weed. Afflicted by the munchies (a common term in the late '60s, though I have no idea whether it's still current), they are at the only grocery mart in town that is still open.

from The Washington Post: Poet's Choice: 'Madonna and Child, Perryton, Texas, 1967' by B.H. Fairchild

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