by Laurie Kolp

Perhaps it was the smell
of fresh lemon Pledge
or the spraying sound
a powerful rush,
something I controlled
with the push of a button,

rag in my hand, rubbing circles
on the baby grand piano
creating a shiny sheen,
my reflection looking back at me
dreaming of days
when I’d be seen.

PHOTOGRAPH: The author at age five on Easter morning in New Orleans.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:  I’m not sure why I loved to dust so much as a child because I don’t like to at all now!


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Laurie Kolp, author of Upon the Blue Couch (Winter Goose Publishing, 2014) and Hello, It’s Your Mother (Finishing Line Press, upcoming) serves as president of Texas Gulf Coast Writers and belongs to the Poetry Society of Texas. Laurie’s poems have appeared in more than four dozen publications, including the 2015 Poet’s Market, The Crafty Poet, Scissors & Spackle, Blue Fifth Review, Pirene’s Fountain. An avid runner and lover of nature, Laurie lives in Southeast Texas with her husband, three children, and two dogs. Laurie’s website is http://lauriekolp.com.