Traffic Patterns Vary
by Wendy Freborg


Four mothers on a hill
watch their boys play ball.
I said,
“Having a child is an act of faith.”
She responded,
“Like rolling your heart across a freeway.”

Chill words on a sunny day.

The boys have grown.
One’s a lawyer,
One’s a dreamer.
Mine’s a father,
Hers went mad.






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