in the small town where i come from

A Poem

By Raphael d’Abdon

it has the scent of
days yet to reminisce
this wind
from the dishevelled
lines that draw the horizon

in the small town where i come from
full-bearded fathers with plaid shirts
and mothers plump and red-cheeked
take newborn children to pubs
after midnight

no wonder my people
mistake beer bottles for nipples
wine for mother’s milk
and bars from homes

in the hours of the day
when windows are still
darkened by curtains
and one is snatched from
the happiest state
and the birds’ wishful songs reach deep
down spinal cords

we remember
the soft-lighted
foul places
that made us who we are