MISSING
A familiar mug.
Not a tea cup. A sturdy arm.Old boyfriendthrew it away.Kids blamedmissing toyson Tidy Bob."Tossed shiton trash day"Sneak stuffout when the truck comes.Miss that mug.Our Halloweendecorations sitin a landfill.Breaking downcompost intosunflowers in a new vase.
sunflowers
graveyard hydrangeas
bridge to past
burned motor home
Poem and images
copyright 2016
Caroline Gerardo
Published on January 22, 2016 10:42