- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Somehow I Remember
Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click here
Though more than a little battered,
somehow I remember:
a mountain in Sweden that glowed with damp green moss,
the pigeons that cooed and scratched gratingly outside the used book-store of a learned friend,
a possum that stared at my flash-light with huge primal eyes that seemed to under-cut all the world's sky-scrapers,
the crisp green apple in the school-day lunches my father would pack as he listened to the morning news,
a black girl's sparkling brown eyes
and that voice that revived me like a sweet tropic wind,
the boy in my sixth grade class who would never give me the piece of paper I'd forgotten
(boy, I hated him)
the sword-fish steak I pitied the day I broke six years of vegetarianism,
the gentle call of the robins I murdered with a pellet gun,
the calm thrill of swerving precisely to miss a drunk driver,
a deer that grazed on a small southern Oregon island,
listening to Full Moon Fever as my Mom drove along the marvelous coast
(I was 12 and joyful)
cheese, onion and mushroom pie.
- COMMENTS
