Wrinkles In My Mind
5th grade
I remember the air raid drills
sitting tight against the wall
arms folded behind our cow licked heads
waiting for the all clear call
as the red bear menace waddled up and down the hall
5th grade
even more than the air raid drills
I remember Mr.Werner
with that soft -gentle voice -musky cologne
calling his boys to his desk
to slowly fondle away our innocence...
and what of that paper mâché cave
in the back of the classroom
I somehow avoided that hole of darkness
I hear others weren't as fortunate.
At the end of each day
after he was done with us playthings...
he would read aloud a chapter of
"a wrinkle in time"
in that soft-gentle voice-
Arthur! you're 86 years old now, time to come clean.
I hear the cave children are finally coming out
to birth the truth from those gravid days...
They say you've turned off your phone
won't answer the door, transferred ownership of your home...
Trapped in a paper mâché cave of your own making..ha ha!
I think I'll join the cave children in the fray
to help smooth out the wrinkles in our minds.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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