Memories Heard

I figured it out.

Why my poetry is often
short lines
with more implied
than said.

My husband likes big equipment.

When I came in from grocery shopping
with his milk
and Mom’s prescription
he was watching a YouTube video:
men working
with diggers and
earth movers.

I didn’t watch
but I heard.

Beyond the machinery noise,
rumbling and grunting
in the background,
came the voice
of the man behind the camera:

“Yeah, he said leave it.”

“I ain’t no worried ‘bout it.”

“I figgah, somethin’ go wrong, it’s on him.”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

The rhythm of my childhood.

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