Wednesday, October 5
They come with blankets and a Bandie
To disembowel the family home,
But they can’t shelve memories
In the recesses of a semi.
It’s Random Acts of Poetry Day
and I scribble hasty words of home
on the side of a book box.
There’s a leap and a yelp down by the truck,
and the iron men step aside while
my husband crawls under the cab
to arrest and release a would-be hitchhiker
When the van pulls away, D returns
to rescue the slithering sibling
who doesn’t seem to realize that
he, too, has been disemboweled.
And Matthew has disemboweled Haiti.
Martha Orlando says
Fantastic poem, Sandra! Safe travels for your move, my friend!
Sandra Heska King says
Thanks, friend. So sorry to be late in coming back here. 🙂
Simply Darlene says
Lines 3 & 4
So very true.
Sandra Heska King says
😀
Of course, they did shelf our photos…