A Matter of Time
a passing taste
between
dripping candles.
dressed in stories
remembered
and told,
of mothers
fathers
wives
mistresses
and
prison.
some died
some could have died
some
should
have
died.
and some
never
die.
Frank Penicaro(c)copyright 2010
Copyright © Frank Penicaro | Year Posted 2010
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