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Alone

the beautiful hungry baby

dirt ring neck

abandoned at the grocery store

wailing in the cart

sticky fingers outstreched

reaching for those who stare

and now when the sun sinks into the ground

when the street lights come on

no cell

no texts- "get your happy ass home"

and down this dirt road 

the lights flicker out

wondering 

relying on stars for sight

and now when the bars close

2am

no ride home

 

 

 

 

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◄ Hey Dad

Comments

<Deleted User> (13762)

Mon 5th Dec 2016 10:05

I like this - I sense the 'alone' is pleasurable - to a point - but not for the baby.

Small word of advice - don't be tempted to stick a load of poems on here in one go Cher as the system tends to bury them and it's less likely they will all get read. One or two a day is about right. But I look forward to reading more in due course.

Colin

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