A Few Rooms - Poem by Max Reif
The room where a young boy
beheld toy soldiers' bedspread battles,
great legions clashing in still air —
Where later Mother surprised him as he dressed,
her yellow eyes as sharp as hawks'.
A few years later,
a room with a love-seat,
a shy, first kiss.
Passion's frenzied grasping
on a bed that filled a tiny room
a few years after that
then, an upstate New York
farmhouse bedroom —
pounding on the floor to try
to make the LSD turn off.
After a lost year, a room
into which God flooded,
a pinkish Ocean,
washing all my memories clean.
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