remember now, often
feel the hot crowd,
suddenly quiet
the house
hand holding her back;
see the lake storm
the walls, red and yellow
mended, side by side.
small black eyes
enviously look.
silence.
red, half-hidden mother,
white and scared
never to cease
memory of agony; sitting
clenched wooden girl
remember, flood
pouring memory
snow. spring.
good-bye.
1 comment:
terrible poem.
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