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Wednesday, 20
by Melanie J YarbroughThey have convinced me
to stay.
I hadn't noticed
how I resigned to
never see Kate again
so being in the hammock
with her
and hearing clearly her anxious
overreactions,
I am tight with tears.
I tell Carlos
he is my brother
and I mean it more than anything
I've said in a while.
The crinkle of the bus ticket
in my pocket is bitter,
but with the windows down
we cannot tell time. 08/21/2008 Posted on 08/21/2008
Copyright © 2025 Melanie J Yarbrough
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 08/25/08 at 05:48 PM i know (and really appreciate) what you're saying in the third stanza, but i think it's a bit awkward.
and haven't meant anything
I've said as much
in a while.
the order of the words or something...i can't really explain it. i stumbled when i read it. just a short FYI :) |
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