Bio Note: I am a Midwestern high school teacher and Poetry Club advisor. My students and I have been actively involved in 100,000 Poets for Change. I served on the board of the Council for Wisconsin Writers and I am English language editor for Poetry Hall: A Chinese and English Bilingual Journal. I have published three chapbooks.
Something like dry pavement carelessly smothering the life out of soil, and not about me, only, as the sometime target of festering resentment, but this, also, for the untold others who have felt their true-selves yanked away. Or the memory itself, or the desire for forgetfulness that today’s small smile will mask. An agreeableness that could look like confidence or a reclaiming of some inner ghost. I wanted to write about what we knew of ourselves. But maybe better to let this pen clatter to the desktop as I rush out the door, find the stranger in a Hawaiian shirt who wanted to high-five for fun on Main Street, just across the tracks. Or even to find the one who ran— who could hold my hand in the drowsy-soft afternoon. Together we’ll build an altar of bright rain falling on flowers.
©2022 Sylvia Cavanaugh
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