5/13/2018 Poetry By Stefan Lutter another paragraph overnight Decades still to come (two) With a tarp on the roof over the husk Of a burnt out trailer Grandpa chokes on smoke And you can’t keep the ashes from blowing into the trees To mix with curled yellow leaves. (Two) decades later you dream you find the ashes And forge them back Into your Starter Coat And the 98 Accord, and your grandpa’s .22 And the fishing pole The trading cards Even the phone in the hall, so you can talk At long last to your mother and Ask her why she Didn’t take you home from the hospital Why you ended up with your grandpa Standing in a pile of ashes But instead you’re away from it all, Without a way back so what the hell You maybe take it a little too far Your son at his mother’s and The ashes envelope you on a Wednesday night A hundred miles away. ![]() Bio: Stefan Lutter was born and raised in Upstate NY, where he still resides. His work has appeared in Word Riot, Five 2 One, and Vending Machine Press. Comments are closed.
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