The journey never really ends, does it?
– Mikeliti, where are you going?
– I don’t know.
– You don’t know?
– I never knew, did I? But off I went, all the same.
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My secretly beautiful mother
Suddenly,
She danced across
The living room floor
Her fat legs transformed
Into feather-light wisps
Of summer air
Arms akimbo
A coquettish smile aglow.
You could have seen the gypsy girl
In her, that ancient thread
Of life she clung
So dearly to
In the face of all
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph
Trying desperately
To send her to hell.
O Walt, my Walt: An homage
I’m afraid my multitudes
Have become fractious
No longer content to simply
Contradict myself
I fly off the handle
At the slightest whim
Come tell me, old man
What great love-burst
Straightened your back
In your days of reckoning?
How did you feel when those
Crusted and cracked hands you held
In the stifling wards of Washington
Ceased finally to stir?
The sweet cleansing heat
Of salty tears and sweat
How you must have howled!
How the moon must have shuddered
To hear it!
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