Sojourn Poem by Catherine Barnett

Sojourn



My son took a picture of me
jumping the cemetery wall. Do it again,
he said, as if I'd got out too fast.
Pretend you're really climbing.

In the retake my lazy eye is half shut,
and the other is smiling or crying.

Saturday, December 9, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: son
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