Better Days


I yearn

for better days, as I lay new bricks

in the garden path, watch

a young man’s baseball game. Laugh

with loved ones at memories, marbled

with pain and fondness. The sun

on my skin, the chatting of a warm stranger, a simple

meal shared, and looking back, see

today was a better day.


I wrote this draft as part of National Poetry Writing Month. I hope to collect these works for a mixed media/writing piece I am working on entitled Love Letters to My Brother in Prison. 

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