
I Was Here
I’ve been here before
I know this air, this smell, this terrain
Pent up clouds release a downpour
Watch drops slide along the pane
Pent up clouds release a downpour
Memory washing away in sheets
I watch drops slide along the pane
Took all my pills for the week
Memory washing away in sheets
Sure I know where the lawnmower is
Took all my pills for the week
I think someone is breaking in and stealing things
Sure I know where the lawnmower is
When are you coming home, Son?
I think someone is breaking in and stealing things
Look at all these little locks, each with its own key!
When are you coming home, Son?
Where was it that you said I was born?
Look at all these little locks, each with its own key!
Nobody calls or comes by anymore
Where was it that you said I was born?
Need your help to work the microwave please
Nobody calls or comes by anymore
Have I been here before?
Heather L. Kelly is a writer, poet, book artist, communications consultant, organizer, and educator. She is the author of four chapbooks; Textianity (2019), Serendipity (2018), Night Toad (2017), and Her Nature (2015). She has lived in Alberta, B.C., and Ontario, and currently lives in Toronto with her husband and aquatic family members. www.AitchkayBooks.com
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Aaron Williams said:
A pantoum, I believe. Love the objects selected to convey the world this father lives in and how they become the focus of the moment. A cruel disease,
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