Coming To

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The rage of azaleas

Trim the porch

Where you sit

Afraid

You will never fit

Back into the box

You arrived in

 

You want so much

To return

To find something

Intrinsic

That holds you here

In the familiar

Pen

Where you are

Not yourself

Again

 

There is a new mother

Up these steps

She is as unfamiliar

As the crazy extras

On the movie sets

You used to visit

 

Other fictions

Other dreams

 

And this other mother

Who holds a newborn

As it screams

For all the right reasons

 

You have seen

This porch

Through every season

It is yours

Now

You are a stranger

At these doors

 

Your own mother

Is long dead

Your own daughter is

Still being born

In some imaginary bed

 

No one can midwife

The past

And the future

Never comes

 

It just stays

In the present

Where you sit

Between the azaleas

And listen

To the beat

Of dead drums

 

By Julie Flanders

Photo by Brandon Couch

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