Vigil Poem by Martin Lochner

Vigil



On the porch a boy with
A corn flakes freckled face
and corroded copper hair
sat waiting for his Mommy to fetch him
it has been thirteen years,15 days and
this late afternoon sun that gilds his golden red face

Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: hair,red
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