October 6 09 Crossword Puzzle Poem Draft
I collected postage stamps from Chad
that came in glassine slip covers, rode
the bus to school, strapped on skates
to circle the basement, drew hula
dancers on construction paper, aped
my elders, made a plaster of paris tibia
took in TV from Miss Elaine to Igor.
National Geographic meant the Nile
and piles of sunken gold refound, the
flu was more TV and toast and jam
but here I am and I am groping
not to scream, my mother phoning
news that she is old and failing. I let
her worry, as I always have, aloud,
which worries me but I don't dare,
I spin my skate wheel, still eleven.
2 comments:
Lovely poem draft, Laura. I just looked at your blog for the first time and really appreciate your writing. Good work with the kids! I can't wait until you get a chance to come to the new ad hoc group. It was on shaky legs initially but is now picking up steam (to mix a couple of metaphors. Kelly
Lovely poem draft, Laura. I just looked at your blog for the first time and really appreciate your writing. Good work with the kids! I can't wait until you get a chance to come to the new ad hoc group. It was on shaky legs initially but is now picking up steam (to mix a couple of metaphors. Kelly
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