MemoryA Poem by Amanda ReneeA narrative poem/short story contemplating the idea of memoryI can’t remember the color of the car, Only that it was stopped sideways blocking traffic on the Southbound side of that narrow bridge. But I do remember the look of rage on the face of the man, Who jumped out of that car- And how he clapped his hands together Screaming, “LETS GO” as he rushed towards a box truck- That was backing away. I don’t remember what type of box truck it was (I think it was some sort of rental), But I do remember the look on the truck driver’s face, Flatline with a hint of confusion, Impossibly reversing in the Southbound Lane Of that narrow bridge. © 2025 Amanda ReneeReviews
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2 Reviews Added on June 22, 2025 Last Updated on June 22, 2025 AuthorAmanda ReneeNew York, NYAbout53 year old Middle School English Teacher (19 years in the beloved Bronx, N.Y.) who loves the arts (in all of it's forms) more.. |

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