AMERICAN BEAUTY

all-american beauty

A clap of thunder
The family dog
Hid under the stairs
Among canning jars
Bags and boxes
Excuse the mess
We just moved
Marta greeted
At the door
Whatever was there
Was all she had
Mere little white lies
Ignored, because they
Didn’t matter that much
So what if they’d moved
Three years before?

Fate had not been kind
She straightened clutter
Just enough, to keep
From losing her mind

Nobody cared, that
Her piercing blue eyes
No longer had anything
To offer, other than
Reflected sadness, despair
Echoed in lines, wrinkles
Graying unkempt hair
Marta gazed at the stars
Through broken windows
And an overgrown lawn
Full of broken down cars
Waited for her
Hard-drinking husband
To stumble home
Sometime before dawn

Fate had not been kind
She straightened clutter
Just enough to keep
From losing her mind

Author: warturoadam77p

70 year old married retired communications worker with three grown children, transplanted from the Midwest to the sunny Gulf Coast.

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