Poetry and Writes

Fear of Forgetting (POEM)

Trash bags out back
being lined in ropes of snow

Two girls with twined hands
their clasp saying

"we're afraid to forget"
and their fear of forgetting

lining in ropes on their wrists
where their fingers clench in red

An eagle circles past the window
harking for the girls to look

out from the stained glass
and they discard their throw blankets

run outside barefoot with mugs
of hot chocolate

and watch as the eagle orbits,
a solitary word in the blizzard

And their hands grasp for
the presence of the other again

The girls must know that
another is as frightened as

they are, and that eagle in the snow
is not a reassurance in itself,

no, it is an omen
that they will not remember this

unless they stay roped in lines to each other
two linked buoys in a churning tide

turning silt and other baggage of the water
over in its waves

And the girls know, if anything,
that they will not forget their naivete

and the ropes that lined
their fear into a priceless necklace

that now sits in a case
on their mantle of

things they forgot

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--KingfisherBirdLady