Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Poetry Class I: Paragraph II

I suspect the prompt on this paragraph was "change in temperature".  I remember that room in Cicero very well and that my sister charged us for gas.

Weekends we drove north to visit Dad;
my sister pocketed the gas money from Mom
and charged us each 25 cents for the trip
Dad had black friends; he didn’t last long in Cicero.
Us kids all slept upstairs in a cold room
on a dirty linoleum floor huddled together
unwillingly.

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