Tom Hatch

Posted: January 16, 2017 in Poetry

Up For the Weekend Her Friend After a Fight

It is you I love looking at the snow

The plows up and down the road

The sound we hear from our

Near rooms soft cotton falls on cotton

Angular snow falls in your direction

A perfection

Silently foot steps fall between each other

I knew if you spent the

Night we’ll meet in the hall

Don’t tell me that shit

About your boy friend and

I’ll leave my soccer mom wife out of this

Silently we are shy in the grey dawn

Slowing away the night fighting the


Without the dark night

The soon grey orange we would never

See the stars

That we thought were there



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