Treasure Island

Francis Santaquilani


Boom


You wouldn't remember

The day it all came back.

From way, way back.

The day it shot up,

Like lava.

But since it was so long ago

And now it's all better,

I thought I'd tell you.

I came home from lunch.

You were still in your pajamas

Sitting in that gray chair

And I said, 'hi'. Then

The blue sky dropped

From your eyes

And an angry, red sun rose,

Winter birds sat tight in the bare branches,

Brittle leaves stopped scraping the walk,

Dogs swallowed their barks,

Clouds called back the wafting snow,

The houses were empty

And the malls full,

The toddler was asleep in her crib,

Sissy was with the snowman

And God wasn't in the mix.

Then, BOOM!

Submitted: Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Edited: Thursday, November 17, 2005
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