her sister who can’t take care of herself
my boss who can’t support my work,
the smell of honeysuckle in our nostrils,
pink clouds fill our retinas,
the Reagan years, how he wasn’t
too bright, but sure was optimistic,
whether to look for a part-time job,
what country her daughter
will end up visiting this summer,
a cool breeze across damp skin when
we cross the creek, a tired final
climb up the hill before heading
home.
my boss who can’t support my work,
the smell of honeysuckle in our nostrils,
pink clouds fill our retinas,
the Reagan years, how he wasn’t
too bright, but sure was optimistic,
whether to look for a part-time job,
what country her daughter
will end up visiting this summer,
a cool breeze across damp skin when
we cross the creek, a tired final
climb up the hill before heading
home.
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