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Out the Back Door

Grey skies in March as I walk through the littered yard. The grass is brown. No one sees me except the man across the alley loading scrap into his pick-up. We talk weather— snow two days ago today mist and rain while we bear the weight of our lives. He says he’s laid off but hopes to return soon. I talk about lost love and an empty heart. We agree we want to reclaim our lives— the calendar says spring. A heavy piece of metal thrown thuds unto his truck and he says Another day another dollar. I say All the world’s a stage before I hop into my car but no one else is around. On a quiet morning bare trees near the ravine at the end of the alley raise their weary arms. I allow a moment to watch.

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Date: 3/27/2025 4:59:00 PM
I found your poem very interesting. Bare trees raising their arms has such a connection to the subject (person) in this verse. It is an amazing work.
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Date: 3/23/2025 9:40:00 PM
Your poetry always resonates with me. You speak to the common people.
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