Backyard Oblivion

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: June 12, 2018

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Backyard Oblivion 

 

I saw an ad today 

For a phone provider— 

On the screen  

Flashed the words 

BIG PROMISES 

FROM OTHER COMPANIES 

MEAN NOTHING, 

And I thought about  

What your voice  

Must’ve sounded like 

When you stood  

Next to me and an Oak. 

I remember, 

And remember, 

And 

Remember 

Who 

I thought it was 

That left me dangling— 

I sat there  

Swinging on a wooden board  

Tied with a loose knot 

To that tree in your yard. 

I think I made you  

Promise me then to 

Never forget me. 

We made a pact, 

Or a deal, 

Or an oath 

I’m sure. 

There goes the soft music 

Of crickets again— 

My hearing is not 

What it used to be, 

But I’ll dance to that melody— 

That requiem, 

That sweeping anthem for exemplary 

Dirt,

Long after it fades 

Into morning.  


© Copyright 2018 Heather Renea Teague. All rights reserved.

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