Tuesday, April 20, 2010

PAD 04/20/10

Day 20 of the April Poem a Day Challenge.  Prompt:  looking back


let us decide
once and for all
there will be no more
looking back

at the house
on Chamber Rock Road
the kitchen smelling
of squash and sage
Bach's Concerto
a kitten mewing
at the door

of the small bathroom
the mirrored medicine
cabinet holding peppermint
lifesavers, aspirin,
Q-Tips, cough syrup
a red pencil bearing

the imprint of your teeth
biting remarks
witty comebacks
arranging ourselves
self-conscious thoughts

of dishevelment
what was any of it
if not the most
astonishing moment
in the 20th century

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