I'm Home

I'm tired.
Oh god
Babe please may I have
one hug.
Dinner frying.
Kids
shove and shout.
Just let me set
down my thermos
my clipboard
my lunch box
the mail.
Together
we lean.
The baby
screams.

from Son of a Poet

© Copyright 1986 by Joe Cottonwood

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