Southern Tradition
Southern Tradition
Daddy didn't look at them as they
passed by
August illuminating unkempt hair
and
worn-out hand-me-downs
a woman and her four children
walking in the road
to avoid the sidewalk on our side.
I see her every day
but she doesn't have time
to see me, ebony eyes
too busy watching babies
crying over the hot asphalt
Daddy spits and shakes his head.
' Too sorry to buy a car!'
Years later a muddy red boot print
graces our front door
A gift from a long grown child
(confident as a ghost who's never
been seen)
in exchange for the tv in the trunk
of a car his Mama never had
Daddy spits and shakes his head.
' Well look at where they come from!'
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