april is poetry month #16

the construction and care of terrariums

The fact is I forget,

great swaths of my life,

the days the years the decades compress

and congeal in a kind of aspic

a woman in a globe filled with photographs that

stand in as memories I look up through the glass and realize…

(contact me to hear the rest of poem–rebeccacookwriter@gmail.com)

Comments

No comments yet. Why don’t you start the discussion?

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *