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One Poem 

Todd Osborne

A History of Decks

Deck is gone Mom texts to me and Michelle,

and shortly after a photo of the ground outside

the back door, empty of anything but a few

wooden posts, time passing. It is strange

to remember the last time this happened,

maybe 20 years ago, maybe 15, either way

enough to make the new deck warranted,

enough to make me nostalgic. My mother

cleaning out my old bedroom, and Michelle’s

too, and a step-ladder leading up to the back door,

and nothing more. If one wanted, a step into

sky; if one wanted, anything at all.