Terry Miller Poet Free verse

An Excavation

If I had not seen the sulfur-yellow back-hoe 
roll past my window; 
far, far too early this morning;
I would have assumed the jack-hammer; 
pounding in my head;
was the product of a usual night;
Jack Daniels on a payday,
a bottle - or two, of cheap tequila on all others.
I stagger painfully to the window 
observing the infernal machine scraping;
clawing, scraping away layer by layer.
Digging up the past; as earnestly
as I spend every lonely night trying to bury it.
No jack-hammers are required 
to excavate my nasty piece of real estate.
No sir, leave it be, 
and things rise to the surface; 
all by themselves.

If you let them.



This or That, Vol 4 Poetry Contest "An Excavation"
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Date wrote: 02-July-2021

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Anisha Dutta July 8, 2021 at 3:13 AM So well-penned. I admire. All the best. Terry Miller July 9, 2021 at 12:51 AM Thank you, Anisha, for visiting and your too-kind comment. All the best to you also.

Brian Sambourne July 7, 2021 at 7:56 PM Another excellent, thought provoking write. Thoughts do surface no matter our mind-matter suppression. To me, you've penned a winner! Best wishes, Brian Terry Miller July 8, 2021 at 12:53 AM Thank you Brian for visiting and your kind comments.