Three Mothers

The sky was grey and sweaty
and three fat mothers talked and smoked.
A little kid lay on the ground
and played with the newest Nintendo toy
and next to him a little child
held an Apple iPad in his stroller.
The wind brought the traffic stink to me
and I felt relief a little colder.

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Post Date
2022-11-14
Author
Molossus Spondee
Place
Vancouver
Tag
2019

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