Civil Unrest
Before I gave the judge my guilty plea
and turned a fable into honesty,
I thought of all I’d miss for ninety days
while patched in pumpkin orange and dwelling grays;
this I’ll confess: unrest confined my crime
and forced my will on unsuspecting time,
until my mother’s weekly visit came;
until her love absolved imprisoned shame.
11/23/2018
Submitted for: Unrest of Spirit Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Copyright © Phillip Garcia | Year Posted 2018
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