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Monday, 11
by Melanie J Yarbrough'Los is walking with a cane,
he gives good hugs
because he's been hanging alone
on the couch.
His pride and his foot
are hurting,
we baby him with homemade soup
and mandarin water.
Shawn and I drive
to somewhere out of the way,
enjoy each other's
company and
our common
uncertainties.
She talks of Philly,
asks about the southern towns
I'm going to move to.
We verbalize
unthought out answers,
it's refreshing to be surprised
by our own thoughts:
unorganized and unapologetic. 08/12/2008 Posted on 08/12/2008
Copyright © 2024 Melanie J Yarbrough
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/13/08 at 12:45 AM I like this, especially the last stanza. It is rare, for the little I know, for two to speak like that but it certainly would refreshing. |
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