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| Lot's wife, courtesy of Evidence Ministries. |
Scythe, an online journal which published many wonderful poets, is no more; Joe Milford, editor.
Look Now
The past is behind us, dear, down the block,
slumped beneath yon greeny elm, bereft as
Peter Pan’s shadow stuck amongst children’s
knickers and feeling separated-at-birth-ish.
No no, don’t look back.
(The that-was-then is
over with its hot-asphalt August allure
ever rankly receding as if its mother’d
never remonstrated Skulking’s unbecoming.)
Not everyone is well-raised as we, my love, and
don’t say you haven’t noticed.
I hear good Lot’s wife to whom was said
Eyes forward
became all salt, all the time,
salty of tongue as a pirate yet pillar of
the salt community until to legend licked.
What’s the past to say we haven’t surmised
from our shadows at 5 o’clock fore & aft?
Sure we’d like that recipe for Old Witch Cake
with canned pumpkin our sister baked.
Alas we live in the Age of Cupcakes.
Those who know the past are likely as those
who don’t to forget to bake at 350o ‘til
springy
to touch. I’d wager
Madame Lot,
like Orpheus, figured So
few in authority
ever
speak truth, what’re the odds this time..............
Sarah Sarai, first published Scythe, Issue IV, 2011
