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Sailor

Sailor

and he was sitting there

in his wheelchair

staring at the red roses

 

in a day he’d be dead

his small life

a black and white clipping

his wife a widow

his kids feuding

 

could tell he was tired

of living

he just wanted to drift

on out to sea

 

guess they had room

on the boat, a seat set aside

the print was barely dry

when the publisher said, “sorry …”

on to the next tragic story

TL

 

Published inTamiko Lowery