Black and Blue

The parallels of wooden window frames

Race up the sides of luminescent figures

While the blinds sway microscopically in a

Nonexistent breeze.

Not a breath blowing

The pair

Posed like dolls,

Arms akimbo, and

Noses imprinted on the foggy glass.

(Father and Son expected home)

7:00 and a shudder races down one and up the other -

Vibrating with shared electricity.

Headlights illuminate

Light and dark, one tall

And wearing laugh lines, while 

The other stands solid and small, tiny

Chin resting on the flaking sill.

Both expectant.

Nervous.

Waiting.

 

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Guide that inspired this poem: 

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