Elusive Blood

To be you,
I didn’t know you;
one arm around my mother
the other hand on the wheel.
Laughter on
your side of the door
rarely heard on
still comforting
in a weird way.
Your secrets
had no home with us
probably just as well.
But I would have liked to
have known you,
I think.
I might not have liked you
any more but
maybe I

            —Rick Baldwin @2018
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