stoic doll
reposed on cracked cement
in capitulated yoga posture
– portrait of a wholesome apocalypse –
our personal long shadows
at the end of summer.
Abandoned
only hours past essential –
the girls threw tantrums to reclaim us
from the hotrod streets
cried when we could not be found
when we were simply sleeping on the sidewalk somewhere
cried when they hugged us home
and called us baby
promising never to let us go
ever, ever, ever again.
Published by Epiphany Magazine
Issue 4
2010
www.epiphmag.com/issue4poetry.html#pet
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