Remember that June
that year we
all held towels
over our heads looked
neither
right nor left
let the hydrangaes go
unnoticed,
unkempt (they knew
how to carry on – we
couldn’t) prayed
for our babies that
they might sleep
a full night without waking
in a fit just
because,
because they
are accustomed to seen things.
Maybe not that June, but one very much like it. Don’t you love Hydrangeas because they indeed know how to carry on.
Nice to find your new poem today.
Deb – What a nice surprise to see a new poem from you! And such a wonderful unwinding. Love this! More More!
Great poem
Line breaks break
Evocative detail
Cryptically clear
Thanks y’all – I appreciate the comments!
I enjoy your carefully chosen line breaks.
Really like this poem – the pace of it. Wonderful last line!