it had just rained
she was reading a book
with pictures--he could just see
the cover
Are You My Mother?
she looked happy
her wispy blonde hair blowing in the autumn breeze
her hazelnut brown eyes eating up the pictures
her tiny frame in a large, green hoodie
he liked her that way
until the woman came up behind her
with her stumbling swagger
and her wild red eyes
she grabbed the book from the girl's hands
and threw it on the ground
into a puddle
[it had just rained]
he couldn't help but think--that's not her mother
