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 planeYet to take off. I am a baby, sitting Buddha-likeBanging the sand, She is young, beautiful,Stranded in...
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