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The Front

September 19, 2013
By Anonymous

The two fronts face each other.
The motherly moon versus the patriarchal sun.
A warm front or a cold front?
Maternal asteroids in her hands, fatherly comets in his.
A bold front I think.
A star caught in the crossfire.
Paternal silence at the front line.
A stalemate on an astronomical scale.
No one on the front foot.
The silent protests still unheard in their vacuum,
The two fronts face each other yet.


The author's comments:
This poem came from my parents divorce.

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