Monday, June 20, 2022

crickets

i used to get the card.
the hallmark
card.
the humorous card.
or an email
expressing love
and admiration,
gratitude for all i've done
in raising
the wayward son.
perhaps
a hand written note,
a phone call.
or a text.
but now it's crickets
chirping
across the miles
nothing, but air.
time to rewrite the will.

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