Sunshine Taxi and Delivery

I was pulled from fire

Where the fist met my mom’s face

I was pulled from fire by angels

My mother’s bird-like arms surrounded me I was pulled from fire and anger and broken glass Sunshine Taxi pulled up

Mom pulled the back door open

Icried for my dad

I wonder now

Why would I cry for that miserable shadow Why keep out of this sun

Why return to where the war had been Why cry out to darkness

Nathaniel S. Rounds

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I was from fire
Where the fist met my face
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