Rubiks Cube Poem by Angello Mitchell

Rubiks Cube



For my 6th birthday my grandfather gave me a Rubik's cube
I will always be able to remember its edges
Hold it in my hands
Heft the weight of an overwhelming problem.

I remember him telling me about it,
How a Rubik's cube has 43 quintillion,
252 quadrillion,
3 trillion,
274 billion,
489 million,
856 thousand possibilities.

He told me it can be really confusing sometimes,
but to look at the center squares
as a reminder of what color each side should be.

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We are celebrating his 50th wedding anniversary
He and grandma are dancing a dance
that only fragile legs and wrinkled hands know how to.
That type of happiness took him 70 years to earn.
The white side of the cube is solved.

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He tells me about how he met grandma
His college friends had a sunset picnic
She was there,
As beautiful as an unsolved puzzle
She was a redheaded scramble on orange tile sky.

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The hospital walls are blue
The nurses explain that his memories have become jumbled
strangers in family portraits
pictures with mismatched faces.
Alzheimer's has made his mind into a Rubik's cube.

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He is a highway patrolman
His car is white,
No no, it's blue
He worked there for 30 years
some nights he still does.
Time is a complicated algorithm.

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The pills he holds are yellow
and red
and green
the weight of their color causes his hand to drop
I try to shift his tiles back into place
But people don't have center squares.
His mind is a hospital bed divided by zero.

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My sister's wedding is white
but he doesn't know why.

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World War Two is every color
the south pacific is blue,
the islands are green
There is so much red.

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Grandpa,
Table,
Cube,
Names scrambled California
Guitar grapefruit highway
Wedding bell wars
Stick shift rifles
South pacific mirrors.

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The temperature of his hands is blue.
Death is colorless.

I will always remember his edges
Hold him in my hands
Heft the weight of an overwhelming problem.

I was unable to attend his funeral,
I never found out the algorithm to solve him.

A Rubik's cube has over 43 quintillion possibilities.
A casket only has one.

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