Upper Darby, PA
Parker Bond
Jul 18, 2010

Our fathers have returned to the earth, &
our mothers sob by their headstones, wailing,
"So you couldn't stand me any longer?"

            .... ....

The red lamps glow
in warm weather;
it is festival season.

Beneath the cedar
you and I talk of
friends who've
left for the academy.

Parker Bond
Jan 25, 2010

Paul-- the sun has come up.
Will you pick me up in your truck?
I'll keep you company
because Daina never talks.

Paul-- it is raining outside.
Drop me off when you wake up?
I kept you company
but Daina didn't shut up.

Paul-- you smoke too much.
Will you buy me a pack of bones?
Daina went off in your truck;
she'll be back when the sun comes up.

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