Poetry Issue 15

   Issue #15 : July-December 2011

Frederick R. Cumagun

from In Her Room

      Mother standing by the window

      Mother always knew
                                             more than she needed to.
      She slips a finger
                                             between the curtains;
      The neighbor’s car
                                             has just pulled in.
      Her shadow glides
                                             from one corner to the other.
      The iron bars break
                                             the headlights into shafts
                                             fanning across the room
                                             before collapsing into a heap
                                             in the corner.


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