Yellow Springs

I left town
never hugging
all the trees
goodbye

my neighbors
locked-up
in damp apartments
watching
local access television
smoking
ten -dollar pot

Somewhere you sit
pretending fatherhood
humping a fat version
of Patsy Cline

your mother
grew flowers better than
children
tall thin blossoms
trapped under plastic
in the sun.

Nikki Lockhart

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