Obsessed with Conformity
let's all stay on topic, shall we?
Apache
7:18 pm in July
The thunder passes and the clouds break
The cicadas start to sing
At a swimming pool in the South
Children splashing and playing and doing the things children do at pools
Oblivious to the plight in Syria
Or North Korea
Or of the prostitute at crack hotel down the block
Free of worry
Filled with hope
But not really
Mostly they’re filled with merriment
Keen to peeking in Marco Polo,
but blind to the Apache helicopter that just flew past
- a dragonfly dancing on the dusk
Girl emerges from the pool shaking water from her ears
“Can I have some money for a water ice, Daddy?”
“No.” I say. “You’ll spoil dinner.”
And suddenly, I’m my mother
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July 18, 2012
