Thursday, October 29, 2009

poetry?

you're dad is getting older,
my brother is off to war,
you can smell the smoke on his clothes.

i look like my grandfather when he was 26
dodging bullets and raising flags.

he likes to walk around in the rain,
you're too tired to think,
he thinks you drink way too much caffeine.

you feel like your grandmother when she was 24
making quilts and raising kids.

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