Three For Quincy
first night: scared
behind my bedroom door
as you prowl the downstairs
*
those two German shepherds
came into the yard
left yelping minutes later
*
photo: me on the porch
big glasses, wind-blown hair
arm around you
/ / /
8 August 2023
Charlottesville VA
This is poem 18 in a series called 50 Days Till 50 Years. I’m writing a poem a day between now and my 50th birthday. I’m going to try to focus on memories of my past, and the people who inhabited it.
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