The Little Review (littlereview) wrote,
The Little Review

Poem for Tuesday

Read Your Fate
By Charles Simic

A world's disappearing.
Little street,
You were too narrow,
Too much in the shade already.

You had only one dog,
One lone child.
You hid your biggest mirror,
Your undressed lovers.

Someone carted them off
In an open truck.
They were still naked, travelling
On their sofa

Over a darkening plain,
Some unknown Kansas or Nebraska
With a storm brewing.
The woman opening a red umbrella

In the truck. The boy
And the dog running after them,
As if after a rooster
With its head chopped off.


I have done the unthinkable, thanks to rocky_t. I wrote Janeway/Chakotay -- "Resolutions" J/C no less! Just a drabble, for the brand-new trek100 water challenge. But I am still going to hell again for going back there, I'm sure. trek100: Squall.

My son at the top of one of the vertical climbing walls at his birthday party on Sunday (the one where we couldn't have pizza or homemade cake due to Hurricane Isabel, which will surely make it an entertaining story in ten years...)

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