the divorce, still there
I coughed like my father
it jumped out from my subconscious
in that "I'm right, you're wrong" way
like a ragged soldier
who raised his flag
excerpted from rubber dish gloves
the sky is orange tonight
the ditch diggers along the mountains
know the chuckling mysteries have settled in
the laughter's echo is a dizzying crumble
they look to their watches
for her and are
hoping too she will
come out of her over
sparkled celebration soon
{Poem by Dan Flore}
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