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February 22, 2015
Interchange
Highway 30 interchange is different now than it was thirty-some odd years ago these man’s eyes see it as the child did not age must do things to a person’s memories that, and bulldozers, shovels and snow
the restaurants are no longer there the wounds of their removal lie hidden their former existence merest scars recent snow obscures, purifies pain all that remains of the forlorn boy outside a fading remembrance of a joke gone bad his no-worse-than-yours filth no longer stands between his hunger and its satisfaction his hunger long forgotten by better meals but how they must have laughed inside, warm to not have noticed the leader’s joke was not a joke, but truth, to him who sat it’s butt outside, cold, alone in the late autumn chill promising a colder and lonelier winter how much fun they must have had, inside to not have seen his absence, note his pain, that even when returned, heading home again no words were spared to soothe his fear that those he loved he could not trust
they take scant seconds now, these memories triggered by a bridge, a curve and an emptiness as the man traverses his past with his today his duty calling him east, to other’s futures what no longer stands, stand as bleak reminders of a pain too large yet by forgiveness healed
heading west once again, homeward bound recalling what has been, what is, what will be faith, like snow, turns wounds to scars
life moves on
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Interchange A poem by Peter Rhebergen Download the book Each New Day a Miracle Bible Studies How to Study the Bible Life is Wonderful Photography Copyright 2024 About me |
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