POST 9/11 BY VINCENT J. TOMEO
A narrow doorway flaps open to spread its wings
keeping flight.
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A narrow doorway flaps open to spread its wings
keeping flight.
We’re off to Mississippi where cotton is snow
in the summertime. Mockingbirds sing sweet songs
all year long. Magnolias scent the air.
“Thank you so much. I rented this car in L.A. yesterday, and the damn battery died. Can you believe it?” She was visibly flustered. I made a comment about Arizona heat killing batteries and just about regretted it.
Read MoreI kiss the sunset
and such magic falcons
such dreams unanswered
All those muscle junkies
lifting eternity
pushing weights into sky
reaching against time
an old dowager pushing
her walker as if the next
step might just be her last.
get the audience
looking in one direction
and then surprise them
from another
on the wolf-edged page
magpies gather
time has blown away years of him
like birds gone in a flash of wing
Barefoot, I stand here alone
lost in fresh cut grass looking
through long-ago window
I ask you now Mom, under this nighttime sky, wherever you are, (heaven, interstellar, I have no idea) how long do I have to tolerate anxiety tugging me? Live inside bewilderment in this fight of life?
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