by Rickey Rivers Jr.
Somewhere a man is hiding.
He’s missing a bullet.
Somewhere a mother is crying.
She’s missing a son.
The mother may recover for she is wounded as well.
Not from outside in like her son.
The pain shoots from inside out like the gun.
The man remains on the run.
The mother prays for his capture like one who expects the rapture.
She refuses to forgive.
Life separates and brings us back together; the funeral, the courtroom, the execution.
Rickey Rivers Jr. was born and raised in Alabama. He is a writer and cancer survivor. His work has appeared in Three Drops from a Cauldron, A Twist in Time Magazine, Neon Mariposa Magazine, Crepe & Penn (among other publications). Follow him on Twitter @storiesyoumight or through his website https://storiesyoumightlike.wordpress.com/. His second mini collection of 3×3 poems is available now: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07SKBXN2H
(And check out Rickey’s recent poem Sin Within. – Elephants Never)