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Behind the Curtains
I stopped on the curb opposite the house
where I grew up. How strange to see
the crabapple tree where I’d read books
and skinned my knees, cut down to a stump.
How strange to see an unfamiliar car
on the rough-paved driveway and a pot
of red petunias nodding on the porch.
How strange to see a little girl, around age 8
parting the curtains, peering out at me,
a half-smile on her lips. How strange to see
love in her acorn-brown eyes and watch her
twist her braid, as I had done as a child
in that house. How strange that I knew
what she’d do next—that she’d lift her hand,
wave, and blow a kiss, such a familiar gesture. How strange that I saw myself behind the curtains.
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| Arvilla Fee |
Arvilla Fee, from Dayton, Ohio, has been published in numerous presses, and her poetry books, The Human Side This is Life, and Mosaic: A Million Little Pieces are available on Amazon. Arvilla’s life advice: Never travel without snacks. To learn more, visit her website and her new magazine: https://soulpoetry7.com/
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