Ribbons
The things you let go return with ribbons on them,
Gifts,
Bounties,
Unrecognizable mugs from old shots.
You can’t get rid of the past until the past jumps
On your shoulders like a dog
And licks your neck,
Breathes on your stiffness.
I am the part of your past that keeps unfolding into the future.
I hope that you will carry me a long way.
We are so mixed up like a bundle of laundry.
My sleeve is in your remembrance and we lie down like snow.
David Lawrence published over 600 poems, five hundred blogs and “Lane Changes” by Four Way Books and “The King of White Collar Boxing” by Rain Mountain Press.