10/06/09 Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections

No Limits

The last sliver of tape
was rolled off the spool.
He finally had to stop
and just hug his son.

It was hard
to find the handle
under all the prized art
taped to the refrigerator door.

They drove together
to the store
getting meat for dinner
and more tape.

The empty surface
of the dishwasher
was anxiously awaiting
their return.

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