Saturday, May 14, 2016

Holding On


The billboard sign strips down to the metal. 
All you can see are the letters on the thin paper 
in rhythm with the wind. 
It's ending is just a 
sigh and a spurt 
in the silent night 
The screen door shuts. 
The dishwasher hums. 
You tuck your housecoat around your tight chest 
and rub your eyes.
You could have missed it, 
but you didn't. 

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