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Secrets of the Stones
rows of grave stones
in the back of the
cemetary
sweet smell of lilies
the lump in my throat
grows
while I softly sing
to myself
in a shaky voice.
Mortality Math Practice...
Add and subtract
birth and death
come and gone
do or die
just like them
do as you're told
or else
The sound of birds
the smell of gasoline
on his hands
from his goddamn
motorcycle
Look Daddy
I can do this without crying!
But I hate her
when she asks
what we did
today
"Just another day
of math drills,
Mom".
And she smiles......
good work
on this one