Two old men sit on the front porch
Monday, April 4th, 2005 at about 8:29 pm
Two old men sit on the front porch in wooden rocking chairs,
a hound dog snores at their feet.
They sit gently rocking, silenty watching the world pass by them
on the street.
Before them lay a future they’ll never have.
Behind them is the past they barely survived.
Running and hiding; seeking, but not finding the ultimate prize:
amnesty.
by Lisa-Marie Jordan
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