RUN FOR YOUR LIFE
RUN FOR YOUR LIFE IF YOU CAN LITTLE GIRL
There’s nothing like coming home
the way a child comes
home
When home is the beacon
flashing the signal:
Here is your Mother your Father your Dog
Your purple bedroom
Your raggedy brothers
One who has
shaved off his eye-brow
You bound up those steps
like there’s no
tomorrow
And there is no tomorrow kid
That home –
Those child-brothers
The young Mother & Father
will seem figments
of your
waning imagination
someday
So bound up those stairs girl!
Race home
Your black poodle & smiling grandfather
on their
separate chairs
await you
RUN
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Winter 2007
songanddancegirl 