Blunted and shunted off to the corner of a face
Hooded, angry, pleading—
A cold Covington, LA winter day,
But Bright Sunny,
But not his smile;
Peacoat buttoned up,
Why was he caged in his playpen inside the chickenWireFence?
Years later they’d say it was to
Keep out the snakes,
But the trauma was past and present,
He had boldly wandered into realms beyond a childhood safe and simple,
In the Brownie black and white photo he kept,
Kept for his own sake
Posted on January 10, 2017, in Poem and tagged "they", bright sunny winter day, Brownie black and white photographs, chicken wire fencing, childhood, Covington LA, eyes, hooded smile, hope, memory, peacoat, playpen, proof, QED, renewal, repair, safe and sound, scared, snakes, trauma, traumatized, wary. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.