Sunday Walk

By Michele Seminara


The daughter’s ball-hands bobble from her black

coat sleeves. Her hair sprouts

dark roots morphing to red

then cheapening to yellow.

The underbelly rises ruthlessly

out of her jeans.


I follow behind my little girl, I trail

her into this future.

And when she bounds too far

ahead, I pull

too weakly back.


It’s never enough, no matter how many

times you rewind. You’re still

ghosting the same tensed fists, the same

cowed back, the same determined

yet receding chin —


First published in Michele Seminara’s latest publication, “HUSH” (Blank Rune Press, 2017).

Photo by Jens Lelie on Unsplash