June 13, 2013


Young wives emerge
with wailing babies
attached at the hip,
tricycling toddlers, 
husbands nursing beers.
in the twilight,
they gather just outside,
grateful to be free,
soon expecting 
they will take another ride.
They chat each other up,  
remembering quickening tears,
spooning baby talk,
all those tender years.
At last, everyone 
is herded back inside;
when darkness falls,
there will be no place
for them to hide.