Ode to Gliders Poem by Kathleen Shaw
1950’s turquoise totems escape providers on countless porches, not grandmotherly like rockers, more kinetic than lawn chairs, gliding hypnotically, going nowhere on cricket-studded summer nights. Where did you end up? Rusting silently in far-off dumps, next to train sets and Spam cans, as obsolete as the clothes we wore and the things we used to believe.
Kathleen Shaw is retired from teaching at Montgomery County Community College. She now works as a writing tutor there. Her poems have been published online as well as in Anthology, Derailed, Schuylkill Valley Journal, and various other journals.
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