Poem Beginning with a line of pessoa’s / kenneth pobo
“It’s raining. Nothing in me feels…”
so terrible. For my grouchy aunt
life was one long complaint. I wanted her
to shut up at family parties. She built
darkness in her chair. Now I miss her.
She was tired, like the road
in front of my house
holding up trucks and rainstorms.
Kenneth Pobo has a book of prose poems forthcoming from Clare Songbirds Publishing House. His work has appeared in: Hawaii Review, Nimrod, Mudfish, Colorado Review, and elsewhere.