Mekale Clifton Poems

In a blink of an eye
there it goes.
From gruesome car wrecks
to terminal cancer
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When we are young we care.
Every little detail must be right.
We try not to stare
at the outcasts.
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Every new encounter brought a new color
always some funny remark would follow
once he would see the unusual color of my nails
he would really laugh when they were yellow
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Grandma loves to talk.
I go over to give her a paper and she pulls me inside.
First it's just casual chit chat.
Then I sit down and that gives her the cue to give me her life story.
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He left for Vietnam
just a week after their wedding.
That's what has caused her pain.
She sits in his chair and looks through me.
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