Yesterday's Bones

by Linda Lee Curtis - Aries

Yesterday's Bones

When desert afternoons haunt me
Like Midwest midnights
In late December,
I want to pack all of
My old memories away,
Store them like faded prom dresses
In securely-taped boxes
Only to be opened
On a better day,
A later day,
When someone else
May open them,
Someone too young
Too be stung by nostalgia,
Someone too brash 
To be fooled
By the pattern
Of yesterday's bones.

copyright 2001 Linda Lee Curtis

Birth sign: Aries
Date created: 2001-06-12 20:39:01
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:44:33
Poem ID: 63449

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