Hope
She stares at the screen in her sweaty hand
And hopes for a message
That will free her soul.
Expectations
The wine glass sits untouched on the table
He stares out the dark window.
She’s not coming tonight.
Sun Worshiper A little girl runs over the hot sand, She throws herself into the cool water And rides the pounding waves back into shore. A middle-aged lady finds a small lump on her back, She sits in the sterile doctor’s office And leaves with eight stitches. ‘The biopsy is positive I’m afraid, too much time in the sun.’
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