THE FATHER OF FRIEDA ROSE (August Postcard Poetry 2018)

He had a body forged from steel

Blast furnace conscience

Blue collar free will

His features were sunken

Third-shift eclipse

Saturday night looming

on a Tuesday horizon

Caribbean cruise

of the tavern next door

Never a postcard

“Wish  you were beautiful”

No cheap souvenir

to remember the place.

 

Copyright 2018

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