Lemonade

September 24, 2010
By , Lake Forest Park, WA
That girl left home
three weeks past
Then
mother left
Five days next
—Her father mad
killed the boy
his sister cherished
only—
and raging-anguish-tears sister
knelt and
Stared at glassy eyes and pity
broke
she stood soon over father
and then his
statue form
and now beneath the
dancing trees
she weeps and sips
stolen sour lemonade.

Her mother finds her
frozen
whispering
"brother,
I regret."





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