"Legacy"

Legacy An observer would have thought her unsuited for that frame. I wondered why my parents kept the photo on the piano. She’d died over ten years ago. Died on her own, by her own stupidity. A visitor would have thought her adorable, precocious, serene. Unable to see the contagious recklessness. Unable to see the damage she inflicted. How my family came undone. I slip her photo into the desk drawer. Underneath a stack of report cards. [This poem is from Microtones by Robert Vaughan Červená Barva Press, 2013]]]>

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