NaPoWriMo Day 2

Me and brother Bobby

prompt-write a poem about a specific place —  a particular house or store or school or office

it was a big square stucco house

the gold color of Van Gogh’s

a full front porch; four steps

a Methodist church on one side

a tombstone memorial on the other

we lived in half; the side of the church

the sculptor and wife in the other half

no tree grew on our portion of the block

tho one was planted by my brother Albert

it grew alongside the house, reached

my bedroom screened, double window

i loved that tree, dreamed often

a hero would climb it to save me

from a kidnapper who climbed it first

neither one ever did.

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