by Charles Simic
Drew islands with palm trees,
My sister did.
The beaches were empty.
We wanted to lie on their hot sand
And drink lemonade.
Read your book and be quiet,
They yelled at us from the kitchen.
That spring we could smell lilacs
During the blackout.
Boom! Boom! The bombs fell
While a dog barked bravely
In someone's back yard.
Make yourselves invisible,
The old witch said.
From now on, we were breadcrumbs
In a dark forest
Where little red birds
Had just fallen silent.
-Charles Simic
Friday, August 20, 2010
Make Yourself Invisible
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