Who's In Control Up There
Today, a screech from a hawk reminded me
Of being in a car wreck years ago, like
The synapse door to my remembrance room opened
And the memory came down the conveyor belt
Into the window of my mind to arrive unannounced
Who’s in control up there? Some little sprite?
Why can’t it work as smooth when I lose my keys?
The memory room operator could use some training
Written: 7-16-2019
Mini Verse Poetry Contest 2nd Place
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Copyright © Jeanne Mcgee | Year Posted 2019
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