NaPM April 3 2014

[justcloudy]

The Big Move

Dad rented the dump in New Jersey
over the phone, pacing our yard
in Kansas. Mom shook her head slowly
but there was no other way, I heard
daddy say. Movers packed up our stuff
and all seven of us piled into our gold
Toyota Previa. Three days and many prayers later
we saw our new home. Mom cried. Even at eight
I knew that dark and dank didn’t begin to describe
the rank, shaggy interior, filled with buzzing.
Big brother and I explored behind, but turned back
and reported to dad that all the mosquitoes came
from the pond down the hill.

That night we squeezed into Days Inn room 213.
I lay between the queens on a folded bedspread
and scratched and scratched and scratched.

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Some days were nice
you’d get the sun in a slice
between the bees and the leaves.
Some days the sky would boil,
full of angry dark pearls,
tornadoes they would hurl!
Some days are the best,
like today when it’s
.......................just cloudy.

;D

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humanism is a sickness


I used to have six beautiful legs.
I used to be so free;
until some twisted karma made
a biped out of me.

(and
four
more
lines...)

I think the line requirement is more of a suggestion, or should be anyway. This one really made me chuckle!