I’ve written this poem before
It’s like a movie I saw when I was young
that I can’t remember the end to
There’s a worn pathway that’s easy to find
but there’s also amnesia
and I can’t take my eyes off
the point of remembering
as it is happening again
I flip TV channels
while the monarch butterflies
fly 3,000 miles fighting weather
and songbirds raise their pitch
to be heard above the human chatter
Second movies are like second teeth
We call second round children grand
because they bring a second wind
to the lucid dream of life
Some of us will have second childhoods
Our car keys will be taken away
We’ll eat too much sugar
and walk around in one slipper
I’ve written this poem before
I’ve written this poem before
But I can’t remember the end
Colleen Redman writes and provides photography for The Floyd Press newspaper in Virginia. Her poems have appeared in Mothering Magazine, We’moon Journal, Floyd County Moonshine, and Artemis Journal. Online publications that have featured her poetry include Della Donna, Poetry24, and Clutching at Straws. She blogs daily at looseleafnotes.com. “Dear Abby, How can I get rid of freckles?” was her first published piece at the age of 11.