home from the steel warehouse dad’s lunchbox filled with baseball cards Published by Ed Markowski Ed Markowski writes and paints in America's Great Lakes Region. View all posts by Ed Markowski
meeting dad at the bus stop hoping to find a treasure in the lunch box my dad would sometimes have a piece of candy or a cookie that one of us would hope to find. Thanks for the memories, Ed. Reply
in his wallet–
a faded card
next to his Visa
enjoyed your haiku, Ed
Dad putting on
his dead brother’s “red sox” shirt
after the big game
Thank you, Ed
war memories
the japanese auntie tells boy
to finish up the last grain
meeting dad at the bus stop
hoping to find
a treasure in the lunch box
my dad would sometimes have a piece of candy or a cookie that one of us would hope to find.
Thanks for the memories, Ed.
dad home, on leave
c-rations litter the floor
vain search for gum
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days of radio ~
waiting for TV
to see the blood
autumn drizzle
an open lunchbox full of ants
solitary winter
cross the steelyard —
another day at home
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