Strange Events

Here among speckled gnarling trees
My deformed brother comes to mind
Perish thieves took him while he still had a tiny heart
Trees release their twisting tension

In her thirty fourth year Mother was gathering rusted jonquils
A winged chimera snatched her from the field
Climbing high into a restless sky
I never miss her ebony hair or umber eyes

A lonely man visits my adolescent room in dark a.m. hours
No longer a naive virgin child
He has disappeared into the hallway of dim light
His hands are those of cowardly strength
Decaying respect frowns upon the man
Who tries to earn a meaningful touch
Widowed Father

Strange Events

Arlene Zapata

Joined August 2007

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