[lit-ideas] Wednesday Poem
- From: "Lawrence Helm" <lawrencehelm@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: "Lit-Ideas " <Lit-Ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Wed, 17 Oct 2007 08:28:39 -0700
Confession
They asked me what happened
On the way down, and if I
Had an alibi. Well, I was with
Her, wasn't I, and that didn't look good.
They had it all wrong as usual.
I was trying to help her. I always
Tried, but she had a way of insisting.
She always did. She would
Go to Tucson, seven hours away
Unless I absolutely forbade it,
And how could I do that? I agreed
She could fly, but the airports were so
Clogged with people searching
For potential explosions.
I agreed to take her anyway,
You know, to the Ontario Airport;
Then there was her church work,
Taking her turn at everything,
And taking in the homeless, taking me
Taking them in - a young girl
Who only needed a little guidance,
A little money to turn out well.
I scrolled down the photos,
Looking at time slipping past,
Slowly double-clicking it to freeze
That one thought. But now what?
There could be no escape.
Every exit was manacled shut.
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