Colleen M. Farrelly

See You Again

I spot him on a stoop under the flickering streetlight. He sports an Army windbreaker, shorts, and one worn-out sandal. His stubble grates across my cheek as we hug. I feel nothing but bones beneath his jacket. He fumbles another cigarette and tells me he missed me. Did my exams go well? Do I have $5 or something to eat…? He has to go, but, my brother always leaves me with a promise. 

moon halo 
another rain
is coming soon

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About the Author

Colleen M. Farrelly is a poet from Miami, Florida, who writes about her life so far (mostly haibun). Colleen is a mathematician by day working on a first book about topology, geometry, and data. She likes swimming, surfing, and science fiction.