The Knitted Poncho

Distant

Distant memories of when I was a child.

A vending machine at the bus station that sold hot hamburgers wrapped in foil.

How was that possible?

A wedding invitation on a public noticeboard inviting everyone as a guest.

Interesting.

A huge painted sign on the roof of a house declaring “This couple live in sin”.

What does that even mean?

An orange and brown knitted poncho that I wore to church every Sunday.

I thought I looked great.

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3 thoughts on “The Knitted Poncho

  1. What a wonderful childhood that you have, those distant memories sure have signified the mementos of life. Loving the way that you laced those words miraculously into a piece of poetry. Hope to see more from you. Have hope, write on!

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