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Thursday, September 01, 2011

Magpie Tales 80 / Poem: Promises


An hour clocked
in the wet footprints
cast upon past

each fleeting step
measures an instant
a crack     a mother’s back

a broken promise
I will do well in school
I will not stray

trouble will not
be my downpour
raining in some dark alley

hunkered under red
umbrella from showers
there are no guarantees
otherwise




Michael A. Wells



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