The Trike Returns:
Knot
Susan M. Kennedy
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She cackles me a gin-soaked rune for wealth and riches,
a maelstrom of rat-a-tat schizoid phrases
that spew from the shadow she is
the knot in my forehead,
the prickling sensation at the back of my neck
the noisome tune that rattles round my brain.
I pass her corner when the sun is high,
her pandemic rant an echo that haunts my livelong day
and reverberates with each returning step at dusk to her
world is now gunmetal blues and concrete grays
gone are her days of gracious coral hibiscus
and the only greens are glass
not the sweet September grasses her feet remember.
~Susan M. Kennedy
Susan writes from a cluttered desk in Texas, with frequent stops to remove a cat from the keyboard, a crayon from the printer, or feed hungry faces. Email.
© 2002 by Susan M. Kennedy. All Rights Reserved.
© Copyright 2002 by Cayuse Press. All Rights Reserved.
This page updated August 31, 2002.