My sister has opened a shop where she is selling furniture and other stuff that she has repurposed, reinvented, renewed, re . . . okay, I’ll stop with that lovely prefix. She has a shed full of stuff she is working on, and one thing she showed me was an old time card container with the slots that each card goes in that she wanted me to make some homemade cards for.
Author: ROMPoetry
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Your Gesture
I came in from the porch
Where my sisters and I drank wine.
Everyone had eaten, two plates
For most of us. Three for you.
The Adult’s Song
So once upon a time
When we bricked rectangles of hay
into our houses, we suffered acne
and the dream of escape,
A stepfather who smothered your smile,
The deadness of hours never ours.
Open your heart.
Open your heart. Continue reading “The Adult’s Song”
What I Should Be Doing
I should be mulching the garden and vacuuming,
Removing cat hair from the carpets at the same time
Each one plots more release of it from under the couch
and atop the TV. I should be planning the next chapter
of the novel that will finally get published and I should Continue reading “What I Should Be Doing”
The Artist’s Work
The mural is not your best work.
The intricate delicacy of the lilacs
That ate your lunch, as you said,
Smell like the perfumed wind
Of my grandmother’s house early spring. Continue reading “The Artist’s Work”
The Water Between Us
In the rusted brown Chevy truck,
You explore the back roads of my childhood
With me, the creeks chilling my youth,
The ditch where I fell over on my bike
After a day in the sun. I lay there
In the poison ivy shade of scrub oaks
Until my head stopped spinning, Continue reading “The Water Between Us”
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