Fibreglass Boats and Lemonade Stands

Chris G Vaillancourt's poem Little Grandson, Little Boy appeared here in April. Chris' poetry often reflects defining moments in life, some pastoral, some more overtly dramatic. This one is dramatic.

Fibreglass Boats and Lemonade Stands
By Chris G Vaillancourt

I heard the hissing of the snake
before I felt its fangs pierce the night air.

Fibreglass boats and lemonade stands,
Blinking lights and trembling hands.

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
Beginning, ending. Ending, beginning.

We have such a variety of words
defining the extremes, but what of
the in-between? The middle?

What happens between A and Z?
Between now and then?

That is what I forgot about 
as I felt the poison become me.

Posted by Annmarie at 6/10/2011 11:43 PM
Categories: today's words
Tags: Chris G Vaillancourt snake death poison meaning
 

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