Day 28: Tupelo Press 30/30 Poetry Project ( National Poetry Month)

The Condition of 1992

The best bread I ever had was seventeen years ago.
My grandfather drove a red
scooter and stole from an alley;
expired crusts for pigeons in Tokugawa park.
My parents still own
an apartment near that park. Dew softened
I used to press the white petals in a zoography book
between the pages on tufted puffin.
I read about the bird in the evening, 1992.
Then my grandfather had a stroke.
My sister and I ate McDonald’s using ten dollars each,
worried about the sleeping pigeons. No crusts.
We sat on our parent’s bed. The moth wings
scattered where tufted puffin lives.

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