right hand pointing

   

 

 
  Michael Estabrook

Trailing



along behind us

as we walked through

Grandpa's neighborhood,

I could hear them

back there breathing,

feet scuffling.

I kept turning

to look back but

could only see their

light gray hands

moving silently

as giant fireflies

in the shadows.

 

 

 

 




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