When Everything Was Always Good Poem by Jack Buck

When Everything Was Always Good



I am young
at the time my father is not yet old
my mother is always young
a late November afternoon between rain and snow
gray sky
dark enough to have the lights on
I'm cold without knowing it

Monday, September 30, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: football
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Jack Buck

Jack Buck

Michigan
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