PANCAKES

PANCAKES

A Poem by Rene Velez

I mash my bananas in,
right into the dry mix,
how do you make your
banana pancakes?

I can remember the
smell of moth balls
hiding in the closet
the name of the game
was hide and seek

until the Apollo three
speed, that is...

She would rather have
blueberry, she finished
them off once, eyes
swollen and shut
from spring allergies

and today
it no longer smells
like moth balls when
I find her hiding
in the closet.

© 2015 Rene Velez


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Rene Velez
Rene Velez

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