American Beauty

This was a post from three years ago.  I think, Marta, the main character, still had more to say.


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?

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

She waited for her

Hard-drinking husband

Poor excuse of a man

To stumble home

Sometime before dawn

Fate had not been kind

She straightened clutter

Just enough to keep

From losing her mind

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Author: warturoadam77p

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

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