Illustration by Sam Collins
Is all one is read backward?
Pantomime the gesture of a setting sun
while touching the tear from a lover’s eye.
Trek to the top of the hill
to find it was never a place at all,
other than to enjoy
Hebe’s eternally youthful soul.
Laissez faire in the heated summer sun.
Watch leaves turn strange colors
with the coming of fall.
Wear a sweater that covers the winter breeze
and call to a woman, perhaps a wife.
To school before dawn and work until night;
good occasion with friends
between times of fright.
Perhaps a hobby to pass the time; false interest
in promises from politicians who lie.
Think of your own death
and witness a family member’s come too soon.
Learn and realize how unlearned you are still.
Perhaps these are some of the things of life.
Backward read is one all is.