Pink

Pink

The white not quite
Full moon drifted up
Among the cloud puffs
Pink like Mimosa blossoms
As she pulled her car to the curb
Let you out
Leaving her angry and hurt
Like suicide
As the darkness came
And more clouds
Advancing with lightning on two
Horizons West and North
Trite
Like the Union Army
Approaching Atlanta
And we sat on the rocking porch
As you came to like
Being queer

Jack

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