When She Calls My Name by Milton P. Ehrlich

I melt like an avalanche of butter
drowning in a pile of blueberry pancakes
at the Dysart’s truck stop on the Maine turnpike.
How could she possibly remember my name
In her busy life filled with the rain of confetti
for all of her creative accomplishments?
I thought she took my presence for granted
like a buzzing fly on the wall of no matter.
When our bodies finally did meet, she remembered me.


Milton P. Ehrlich Ph.D. is an 88-year-old psychologist and a veteran
of the Korean War. He has published poems in, The Antigonish Review,
London Grip, Arc Poetry Magazine, Descant Literary Magazine, Wisconsin
Review, Red Wheelbarrow, Christian Science Monitor, and the New York

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