Into my life a bird of remembrance has flown
And I recall glass breaking on that day
I had to wash dishes alone for the first time
I actually enjoyed soaking my hands in the soapy lake
Of soggy scraps and lemon yellow bubbles
But I guess I did too good a job of venting
My emotions madly massaged every plate
And one cup couldn't take it slicing my thumb
In the hot cleansing water I couldn't feel
Any physical pain I just pressed to stop
The strange bright red liquid from streaming
Over the seemingly ready for frying freshly cut digit
Now I have an eagle shaped scar that reminds me
Whenever I take a shower or go swimming
I have been on my own and I'm still here
I have persevered and found a new hand to hold

Don Kingfisher Campbell, MFA from Antioch University Los Angeles, has taught at Occidental College for 34 years, been a coach and judge for Poetry Out Loud, a performing poet/teacher for Red Hen Press Youth Writing Workshops, L.A. Coordinator and Board Member of CPITS, poetry editor of the Angel City Review, publisher of Spectrum magazine, and host of the Saturday Afternoon Poetry reading series in Pasadena, California.

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