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A Visit
He visits me in a sad year
Just widowed spreads his malaise
A martyr wares exposed
This five year gap still exists
Bedeviled somehow interwoven
Eyes rarely locked except to wonder
We brush cheeks
In a small airport
The plane leaves with a sigh
Dips into a cloudburst
For a final salute
Left is a vague dread
A stone as lifeless
Tossed upon stagnant water After
the Storm
Littered with yesterday’s dreams Bones
of living moments
Mingle with intruders
Of broken glass
A rusty tire iron
Plebeian interlopers
In an aristocracy of the sea
A scattered anarchy
Each competing for his story
Retirement Home
They live in a boat
Adrift somewhere in the bay
Attorneys collect their dividends
Women in sneakers
Sit in their rocking chairs
Memories packed neatly away
In a work box with a scented sachet
Hands folded quietly rocking Waiting
just waiting
Where are the men
The macho men who flexed their muscles?
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