It was hot the other day

It was hot in Sicily
the other day.
In June 1963.
No shirt kind of day.

I washed away some dishes,
Greco’s words from radio
Echoing in head.

Praying, you’d call me.

Perhaps you thought you’re smart.
But an idiot,
as far as I was concerned.
For only fool won’t call
And let me know.

You were ok
the other day


Creative Writing Group home task. Based on First Sicilian Mafia War in June 1963.

I don’t usually write poems. Ever.  But it’s the home task, so one can at least give it a try, can’t we?


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