Not his ride-on pony,
but its print on the grass.
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Galloping white space gathering its fields.
Nicker whisper. Thunder burn.
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Once at Angelo’s grocery,
I reached for a small boy.
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We thought, perhaps Rhode Island.
Or a border town nearby.
( )
The stars on his face
haven’t mapped his way back.
( )
Turn off the afternoon.
Then, the sky.
Eileen Cleary earned an MFA at Lesley University and is a candidate for a second MFA at Solstice. She co-founded the Lilly Salon of Needham and is a recent Pushcart nominee. Her work is published or forthcoming at Apeiron, Naugatuck River Review, The Main Street Rag and The American Journal of Poetry.
