Poems of the Week

Fall Back

by Phil Huffy

I dreamt the clock went back too far
and things were not so great—
for there I was in my old room
in 1968!

I hadn’t done my calculus,
and now had overslept
and knew there was a physics test
for which I wasn’t prepped.

I peered into the looking glass
where blemishes I spied.
(The Clearasil had disappeared
and could not be applied.)

I turned away and ran downstairs
intent on Cap’n Crunch
and found the box had nothing left,
then packed a dismal lunch.

I heard the school bus coming by
and stumbled at the door
then woke up very glad to be
my older self once more.