On the theme of Groceries
If you forgive me…
I was a fool
Like a small child alone at the kitchen table
All my uncles gone to war
I’ve been told my father isn’t coming home
A new doorstep glory somewhere
How long have I wandered
An escaped prisoner and a bag of stolen apples
Green light flickers and I worsen
Walk at night and try to look like nothing
Thirteen twilights and then safety
When the patrol’s see me clear shotted
They will not fire
That side is sanctuary, even to them
Author Biography
Oliver Dybing is a faithful reader of Unshod Quills, but a poet we know little about. We hope to hear more from him in the future.