mother's day at the bar
we are here in the
cool of the familiar
enduring as we play the machines
using up our monthly checks
faster than our children
used up our youth our health
at times, our marriages
with casual cruelty
as only the young can.
we watch the spinning cards
putting in fives and tens
perhaps the twenty
sent in a card
"dear mother..."
Monday, May 15, 2006
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