Mother Snapshot
Issue #131
Winter 2016-17
She sits on a beach blanket, Gazing in her vacant way From the shadow of a striped umbrella, Talking to herself, The future a doomed plane Yet to take off. I am a baby, sitting Buddha-like Banging the sand, She...
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