A Trilogy of Memory Lane
I used to be an engineer:
construction was my game.
Great earthworks unfolded
by my hand; transformed
the dreary land.
Terraced valleys today, subdivisions
tomorrow and tomorrow dams
and rivers, waterfalls and lakes.
II. Garden Bower
Perched up in my aerie,
I surveyed the lands around.
A perilous climb to a thorny perch,
hidden by flowers sweet.
Ingenuity my aide, I made the climb
well-armed into the trellis high:
a hammer to blunt the waiting thorns.
After reading too many
Dagwood and Blondie comics,
I find, standing on my head
trying to swallow against gravity
is one thing with spit....
© C. Elizabeth Carl
I. 9-7-91; II. undated; III. 1992
© C. Elizabeth (Carl) Elias 5-31-2010
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