Friday, July 9, 2010

Young Mona

The six of us, and then there was you.
the giant,
Othello,

And faltering mermaid

And I played

Under the castle



Waiting



Mother cuddled you in white blanket
We stared at you like the nurses.
The white, quaint suburbia nursed
you into the queen of the house
The day you were born only other’s
Have the treasure to remember.

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