Third Month. Two Friends. One Poem.


She was our neighbor.
She stole our pumpkins.
Overfed our dogs.
On the day I took her
To the hospital
She called me by someone else’s name

She was
the nicest lady ever.


I’ve always really loved this pic.

I see my grandfather at a clay pigeon shoot
I see that we are somewhere in Tennessee.

I see my daughter in the picture
–but it’s me.
It is just that I am the age that she is now.

I don’t know who took it.
Nor does anyone else I know.



From the Facebook Status Updates of two friends.  I heard a “found” poem. So I stole them.



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