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Cheryl Snell's avatar

This Keeps Happening

I’m in the garden in my mother’s fringed shawl, sifting through the soil on the back of old dreams that lag behind me here. Why is the dark never dark enough? I curse the gloom for wavering as I kneel before a shudder of petals. Touched by the color of abandonment, they ride a stem riddled with sharp stars that wound my thumb. Because there is no one here to say Don’t, I gather the smooth buds to my face. Since there is no one, I kiss them open to a grin of new beginnings.

Above the tangled roots left in the leaf mulch floor, one blackbird strews salt across the heavens.

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Meg Pokrass's avatar

This is stunning!

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Cheryl Snell's avatar

Thanks so much, Meg!

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Guy Cramer's avatar

I echo Meg’s statement Cheryl, so many incredible lines in here, I love especially “…they ride a stem riddled with sharp stars that wound my thumb.” ✨Wow!

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Cheryl Snell's avatar

I appreciate that, Guy!

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Guy Cramer's avatar

LatchKey

My parents called my sister Hope

In the sense that she wasn’t around

all the time, and her visits were unexpected

Some birthdays she’d make her presence known

While others she kept me waiting

At graduation

I only saw her release a cluster of balloons

At my wedding

There was only a bite-mark left in the cake

When my wife gave birth to our oldest

The medical staff took him as he disappeared like a little gray air bubble inside their blue celled circle of scrubs

I felt Hope’s hand trellis up my arm like Winter Jasmine, breaking the thaw of the delivery room,

We both stood and watched the team of nurses and doctors use skills

they’d spent a lifetime learning,

Hoping each waking day

they’d never have to use.

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