by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán
Discovery ends
in an open field
under rocks
lifted round the clock
as green blobs
on sandbars
snags and logjams
coming out of nowhere
from whiskers to tail
sharing strange fits
resentfully embittered
tumultuously forbidden
as round-robin bursts of angst
while strumming guitars
and sporting scars
of the hardest hearted
after removing
dummy's last trump
and cashing in
a ruffed club...
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