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Ashley R Prince
Poems
Dec 2012
To Rebecca, two days after Christmas
The flowers between our yards
were bleeding pink from their white petals
as if the pink were dripping onto the
dry leaves under my feet
when I plucked one out to remember you.
I told Brother-man it must have been
the most beautiful color I had ever seen.
Surely this has to be a joke,
you, God and his paintbrushes must have
hurriedly whipped up something in the dark
when I was up watching shows about
husbands and fathers who ****.
Then I spilled my tea in your chair
on Christmas Eve. How appropriate.
I even let out a yelp, not uncommon
for you, you dear, sweet old woman
who couldn't hear her own thoughts,
too stubborn to hear the thoughts of others
but always willing to listen.
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