Winds Of Change

My poetry has changed.
The way I used to write –
with imagery and symbolism –
has disappeared.
But when I flip through
my notebook and hang each
piece out to dry, my words
have morphed,
and this medium is now ill-fitting.
"The change will come soon."
My fortune cookie was right.

The time for quarters and new
fabric softener has ended.

Pull out the washboard, oh baby
I am back.

~Hammeh