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Maureen Thorson

Forever exercise in disappointment,
The wives' makeup melting, the kids
Bored and fussy on the scalding pier,
Armed with patriotic pom-poms bought
And paid for with wives' club
Money. Like watching paint dry,
A bike rust, the tide leaching out
At day's end is watching your
Ship come in, cumbrous and yes
All the sailors turned out on
The decks in summer whites.
It's a happy occasion. But
They've go their work and
All you can do is wait to receive,
For the chit of your patience,
Someone too tired to call out your name.

Maureen Thorson

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