my dry wit
held its own
as the rain came down
in spits
then a geyser
we kept talking and talking at the outside table
al fresco -- all wet, oh
still
your zingers
priceless
in the dampness
left us
talking about every little
everything
every
thing.
~*~
The Hard WayYou never know people
till they die
you gingerly page
through their privacy
Those fresh, fateful photos:
mothers in mauve miniskirts,
fathers frying hash browns, wearing floppy hats
After there is nothing at stake,
you find out all that you could have given
A little air comes in,
combats the forming mold that corrupted keepsakes,
contaminated these attic memories
This knowing threatens to sun the was
the is, now, will be more forgiving
~*~
Biography: Allison Whittenberg is a poet, playwright and fiction writer. Her lastest collection of short stories Carnival of Reality came out April 2022.
Instagram: therealallisonwhittenberg
Twitter: @allisonwhitten6
