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Back To The Future

I wish I could have
ridden on my great uncle’s
junk truck with my teenage dad
we could have struggled
to carry rusted ice boxes
and flat tires through
the depression together

I wish I could have
snuck love poems in
my mother’s purse
when she was
in a different high school each year
we could have played
Back To The Future

Instead I have given
change to every store-
front solicitor I’ve seen
and verses for all dark-
haired women kissed

I have been the combination
of my parents over
half a century

Don Kingfisher Campbell, MFA in Creative Writing from Antioch University Los Angeles, has been a coach and judge for California Poetry Out Loud, a performing poet/teacher for Red Hen Press Youth Writing Workshops, Los Angeles Area Coordinator and Board Member of California Poets In The Schools, poetry editor of the Angel City Review, publisher of Spectrum and the San Gabriel Valley Poetry Quarterly, leader of the Emerging Urban Poets writing and Deep Critique workshops, organizer of the San Gabriel Valley Poetry Festival, and host of the Saturday Afternoon Poetry reading series in Pasadena, California. For awards, features, and publication credits, please go to: http://dkc1031.blogspot.com




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