An excerpt from the poem, “Future Perfect,” one of four poems by Beverly Bie Brahic, published in The Manchester Review:

Future Perfect

Yesterday he thought the future
was a tense they taught you in school
where if you make a mistake
it isn’t the end of the world.

Well he learned his lesson
God now give him
his book bag back
let him be on his way home again

no voyous at the construction site
taking his back pack
his brand new anorak.
And no telling Dad […continue reading here]

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