and the life of Rhonda Richoux
He looked at an
old photograph
and commented:
Life and love were
so uncomplicated
back then.
Yes, I said.
How did we manage
to complicate it so?
I think that
I’ve over-fertilized
my garden
and burned the roots.
I think the drought
of our carelessness
dried it up
and the first faint winds
of discord
just blew the flowers away
I think I think too much
and that I have
a lot of shit
to shovel out.
rhonda lee richoux 2009
I am retired from the public school system. I create magic wands and spells, write mediocre poetry and the occasional freelance magazine article; research local history and family genealogy; I’m an activist and keep in touch with friends, family and archenemies on Facebook, Twitter, What’s App and Word Press. I'm a Fiipina-Cajun troublemaker and trickster. I'm feeling as invincible as Keith Richards these days. Fuck is my favorite word. View more posts
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