Happy Trails
Omit the hopeful faces of the tiny petunias, thwarted
in their terra cotta pots. Erase all trace of the Lab
that chased a ball into Roy Rogers Road and the log truck
that struck and crushed it. Don’t utter one word
of the uselessness you feel as your dying lover suffers.
How his gutters keep filling. How you’re a ladder,
lying on your side. It’s just a poem, you know.
You could rewrite the ending. Feed champagne grapes
to nuzzling goats. Hunt for glass floats in secret coves.
Or you could relive the beginning. Utterly in love,
exploring blue highways. Untouched maps
and afternoon sex. Stands of quaking aspen gifting
gold coins. Why not write about life’s riches?
But, of course, you know why. Even the dead puppy
knows why.
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Linda Drach is a writer, creative writing teacher at The Writers Studio, and author of the poetry chapbook, Pop-Up Shrines (Finishing Line Press, 2025). Her poetry and prose have been published in Bellingham Review, CALYX, Crab Creek Review, The Good Life Review, Okay Donkey, and elsewhere. Find her online at lindadrach.com and on Instagram: @inky_lyrics.
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