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At Home For the Weekend

Mother smells like an old kitchen sponge Father sips coffee from his chipped mug Faye hums a melody searching for rhythm The old dog lying on his back fully exposed I should visit more often As I left my feet for Faye to sweep I fold the newspaper in halve The kitchen table's front left leg Is supported by an old dictionary And the conversation is lost for words.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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