New Poem Series Poem #5
August 2013
when Mabel
was three Bill
went back to
work and she
started preschool
I'd walk her to
school each
morning skirting
the edge of the
tenderloin
short legs stumping
along yellow backpack
swinging largely empty
piping voice fluting all
the way down the hill
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