Memories
Ingrained
Ingrained
memories of kids
drawing,
writing, doodling -
pushing
dull pencils, sticks -
on
the old pine topped
kitchen
table.
Left
marks - as
from
too hot
pots,
and cuts
from
too dull
choppers.
Bringing
yesterday
into
today.
Until
after 30 years
refinishing
leaves them
in
sawdust
vacuumed
–
Amounting
to nothing
but
newly
glossy
surfaces.
Sudoku
Anna
sat and mused.
Daily
puzzles used
to
ensure her mind’s agile,
to
certify life’s non-fragile.
Numbers
go in rows, lines:
ones,
fours, fives, nines.
Anna,
in her wheelchair slows –
as
she sees, as she knows,
rules
quickly flee her head
leave
her alone, filled with dread.
Now
numbers without rhyme
make
senseless rows of nine.
Next,
she awaits aides,
to
wheel them all
to
a TV room,
down
a hall,
like
numbers with no reason,
tossed
–
persons
in a wintry season
lost.
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