it is the height of summer
in a residential neighborhood
the sun is a bare spotlight
on me age seven
standing on the front porch stage right
while people carry boxes
from my house to the truck
the little boy who comes over to play
asks where are you going
i say that we are moving
and i know my answer is a tangent
but it is the best i can muster
i start to say that daddy is not coming with us
but i am pulled by the hand
to exit in a daze stage left
the neighborhood is watching
and as i get into the car
i wonder if i will ever see
the little boy again
©A. D. Joyce, 2014
A. D. Joyce 
This image is a winner! Lost back stage while they change the setting is to be undergrounded …
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I love your interesting interpretations. Thanks as always, Susan!
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Beautiful and poignant!
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Thank you, Privy1
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wow, so simple but so powerful. like the interplay between play and stage left.
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Thanks, Sukanya. “I” wanted to be in the poem and also to stand outside of it.
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