July Poem 11

When among moms,

Each girl could really lose track of

The melodramatic conflict between

A parent’s intention and her boyfriend’s

Instead of finding the joint between God and heaven.


This correlation growing on a mountain top

The paler green of its waxless foliage

Would adorn their hats and earth information on Twitter.

Shumaker played well in the first

And ate her own special hat more than anything.

They wore them to the brunch

Dreaming of what they wanted one Friday morning.


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