Terra Unfirma

Hello, Mom, I’m scared.

I found                            yesterday –

something

by the red walkway.

I thought of you last year when I didn’t grind the coffee beans enough.

 

Daddy, I can’t find you.

The last time your face was your own, I was drawing flowers in sidewalk chalk.

 

Sister, I feel your back against mine.

We both            in opposite directions.

push

Your golden smile withered up.

 

Lady, the way back is over there.

Don’t help me –

the way back is weary.

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