Poem-a-Thon, Day 2

Today’s poem for the City of Refuge Poem-a-Thon is based on a true story, as documented in these old photos.

Dismantling the Sled Run

First we have to prune away 
the brush, tendrilled fingers clutching 
what once made ours the coolest back 
yard on the block, every good snow 
of every winter several years 
running, the wooden platform a
launchpad to my husband’s feat of
engineering, the curved track where 
kids hurtled themselves down our hill 
right at the fence until the sled 
run sent them spinning away thrilled 
and dizzy into harmless white fluff.
Then up again to the back of 
the line, a conveyor belt of 
children on continuous cycle. 
We were famous a dozen years
ago in our neighborhood.

In the back corner out of sight 
it’s stayed all this time until now
wood rotting, vines creeping over
a forgotten monument of
an earlier era lost to
time, vegetation, and pill bugs.
I expected tears but shed none
as we wrench off the legs, wrestle
loose the pieces of old planks from
roots holding them in place, freeing
this small spot of existence from
debris of the past. This corner
of the yard might have a future.
I uncover a patch of bare
earth, the soil dark, healthy, waiting
rich with possibilities.



Author: thedamari

I live in Missouri, a more beautiful place than many realize. I love writing, reading, walking, bicycling, and making lists. I’ve written poetry since I was seven. A few years ago I branched out into short fiction and memoir pieces. I also perpetually have a novel in progress. My brain pursues ideas at a brisk pace, wandering all over the map. This blog represents one of my efforts to keep up with it.

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