Wednesday, April 2, 2014

New poem: CHILDHOOD MEMORY

supervised by parents,


I walked around


what used to be


my grandparents'


vacation cabin


on Lake Diversion


dust everywhere


debris brought in


through broken windows


and old bottles of Coke


still intact


what would


a twenty-five year-old


bottle of Coca-Cola


taste like, I wondered


before my parents


prevented me


from finding out

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