Nancy Trembley Poems

I don't recognize this container I'm in.
Where did it come from and when?
It happened overnight, I thought I had time.
I thought I had braced myself for this inevitable transition.
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My old dysfunctional friend
Knocked on the door again.
I keep telling him I'm not interested.
But he is very persistent.
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My father passed.
I wanted him to stay but god won.
I can't complain.
We had him longer than we could have thought.
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I was nervous it's been a long time since I've done this.
We met at a public space, simple,
The building the epitome of modernity.
It was light and clean inside,
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I'm really becoming concerned,
For my brown and black friends that are not being heard.
Their voices matter.
It really concerns me.
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I went to the bathroom to wash my face.
There was a baby fly in the sink, in my place.
Normally I'm one to carry them out.
But I don't like flies so without thinking.
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It's that time of year again.
You feel their excitement for weeks.
Their plotting and planning.
Their minds changing then changing back again.
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My favorite little furry friends.
So, cunning, curious and quick.
Amazing to me their agility.
They've been here for an eternity, forty million years.
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My plant is sickly.
Her hair like leaves are dry and brittle on the ends.
She looks so sad as I trim her locks.
I'm glad she can't look down at the pile of straw like hair scattered all around her.
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As I sit inside this vessel of sacred flesh and bone.
I ponder my existence, my passions, my place in this home.
I watch life moving.
Undulating around me.
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