Imprinted
It’s something about time the torturous
divine this image of tiny lizards
scurrying ancient stone walls with
which I remained this morning upon
waking something about time and the forgotten
dead and cemeteries in Italy and Portugal and Spain
it’s something about toppled sandcastles
children at play
ghostly schoolyards
it’s something about wearied fishermen
docking battered boats it’s about the ebb
and the flow and thin crust pizza dough
it’s about so much and so little and the haunted
house down by the pier it’s about
sad grandma underwear and
sickened beige curtains and
slivers of late afternoon light.
Heartache
Hearing the flub
flub of my heart
during an echocardiogram
I’m reminded of Albert
a boy in my 2nd grade class
Japanese I believe who was teased
by yours truly for picking up a penny
in the schoolyard one day well let
me tell you Albert gave it to me good
that day he began screaming and crying
and telling me about how each penny
went toward making a dollar and about
how each dollar meant food and shelter
he really told me off good and proper
that sunny day in the 2nd grade I think
I even apologized I felt so bad.
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