a genius,
maybe, the man cutting
the lawn,
the woman
lying on a bench,
barefooted.
are they smart, creative.
intelligent souls?
maybe,
maybe,
but where did it go wrong.
what's lacking,
was it the mother or
father
who kept love away,
or who wouldn't let
them go.
who's to know, but you
can't help but wonder,
if there's art
within them, inventions,
books
and poetry,
paintings and songs?
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