Hertzog Park Poem by Terry Donovan

Hertzog Park

Rating: 4.0


Remember the day
they pulled Granny
from the mangle
while you angled
your frisbee
at my building blocks
and knocked
the stuffing out of my
rainbow?

Unlaid heads
on unmade beds
bit the bullet
while you burnt my tent.

Wigwam,
Thank you ma’m.

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Terry Donovan

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