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01.02.2010
Slap!
A nibble……Maybe?
Or a dream remembered?
A dark closeted fragment, in any case,
Gray with time and pulled up by snaky tendrils breaking
with age.
The slow intrusion of a muddy river
Slapping away at the wet bank. But now and then
We get it:
A root grasped by the traveler in its sudden appearance
From beyond the shutters of our minds lost.
Out of friends.
1
Next to the piano, syncretic chords
Calling up the scenes forgotten
To play before dry raspy closed eyes, lids heavy
With age
With regret
Smack!
On the window, the old black crow on the rust brick sill cracks his feathered neck.
Shuffling his rubber-booted feet on the bricks
And craning his neck to see the young shiny crow
Bobbing next to him. The old crow sighs..
His black eye nicts shut and open, shut and open.
The reflection of the young crow milky in each flicker.
“I see what you want me to see, Father”, says the young crow.
“The piano plays by itself.”
The old crow turns its rigid beak back to the window pane,
It’s own reflection
Unfettered and unaccusing.
The eye again, nicts shut. And stays there
Like that
For a bird moment.
2
The future stopped for this momento
Of color and movement
Of remembered faces dancing around the maypole
Small and cherubic, smiles amidst the gay blue and white ribbons
The lengthening seasonal sun casting warmth
On the children’s laughter.
A gentle fire
Against the ice that works its way
To the heart.
There it is.
For sure this time!
A real memory.
Or not. Memory
Raised against smokey time
Trusted eyes seeing
What was not trusted at the moment,
Momentos of friendship
Slippery only in their youthful exuberance
And freely given frets
Of insecure lives
Slipping from the minds
Of those once most close
Forgetting
Implied oaths of fealty
Developed under suns and moons constant
In their red rising and purpled setting.
3
The old man smiles
Where he had not smiled
Since that night
Years ago.
He goes to a closet
Where those once touched
Will forget him.
Once spoken words shuttered
From living.
Slurp...”ahhhhh….”
4
For the belly.
THERE it is.
A shoot of green
Unfurls out of the dreaming earth belly…