Harrowing Thoughts
like
a sparrow
jabbing
repeatedly
at an expiring
worm.
(If something happened to me…)
They Might Find
shelves upon
shelves
of marked up
books.
Books which sit
And wait…
But my story is told
in the pictures
that cover the walls
that cover the walls
that convey—
My father
grinning.
grinning.
My mother
shaving stubble,
during his last days,
careful
of the oxygen tubes
of the oxygen tubes
assuring his life—
The piles
of clothes
of clothes
suitcases strewn
Trinkets, crumpled up sheets of
abandoned lines,
mismatched socks
mismatched socks
and
boots, heels, sandals (shoes upon
shoes)
guide
a path to my bed.
A bed
housing a worn
Teddy bear
and
and
a dog
whose devastation
whose devastation
will not allow her
vacation.
As she waits…
Lonely and Looney
The little man
paces
around
inside my head,
wandering,
whimpering a bit,
wondering
if there's a way
out.
Okie dokie, enjoy.
Miss Hill
To answer your question, yes! People or rather, ME, are still looking at this space. :) I adored Lonely and Looney. :) Check mine out when you have a chance dear. Love reading your work.
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