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laughing, lighting sparks

on the phone
my daughter tells me
she spent the afternoon
with her brother,
not arranged by
me. There’s one.

She asks the name
of the man I went on one
date with and I say,
It’s Axe—
but that might not be his real name,
more of a motorcycle gang nickname.
And she says,
I can’t tell if you’re joking.
Laughing. There’s another.

One response »

  1. This poem just has so much life in it. On second read, even more. And, the reader kind’a gets to discover that for themselves (if that makes sense). Re-reading your “about”, I think that woman has come home. I am happy for you.


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