the aunts' mouths
gaped shining teeth
within their jollity of lips
laughter blossomed with black-jack
which I couldn't understand
I sat on two cushions
matchsticks beside
cards in front
still too young to know
gossip-jokes clattered
until goodbyes came
and we walked four
long cold miles home
in the dark
Christmas left behind
Joanna M. Weston has been publishing her fiction, poetry, and reviews for twenty-five years. Her books include the middle reader Those Blue Shoes and the poetry anthology A Summer Father. Find her online.
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