CC Bloom Poet Free verse

One Door Too Close to Another

What if I can't get out of one
to squeeze into the next?

My son and husband fish
while I sew the table runner
badly back at home

My dying dog looks at me
sarcastically
from between 
dirty couch cushions

But before I sat to sew,
I dreamt I ran down hallways
of beige obscurity

Bowie’s ’Labyrinth’
did not invite me

I have to trim
the leaves of cucumber plants
tomorrow
to keep my life in order

In this dream,
I find perfectly aligned
portraits of Presidents

Those dripping clocks never melt
and crooked tables are still good
for Russian Bank and War
(card games)
Ben beats me every time

"The Persistence of Memory"
is always yours, Dali

It is August of another year
and the mockingbirds
keep singing

The same neglected siblings 
are biking down the hill at nine
The boy belts out "I know why you run!"
 (when | came down the hill)
"I know I can run faster!

My lamps are already upside down
where Heaven is supposed to be

Shoes never take me
where I want to be

But the goldenrod is growing
I see it on the greenway
coming home

A barred owl changes branches 
in a mimosa tree

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