Mom's purse hangs heavy.
Slap. Hold it, right! Smack. Hold it!
Leaves. Purse hangs. He cries.
Tuesday poem #577 : Henry Gould : AUTUMN LEAVES
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AFTER-WORDS : Response : imitation : riff : homage : voices in dialogue : lines spidering between authors : letterspace : connectors : weavings : sound-offs : TEXTUAL PING-PONG
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