Sweat and old rain seep
out of cherry blossomed
flesh, mingling with legions
of shivering, noisome bodies
on a wind-tossed April evening,
gelatinous kneecaps disintegrating
under harsh light. Memories of another
train–equally overflowing–and of
another spring, distant and bitter,
briefly spark in these otherwise
vacant eyes. As high-pitched
screams fill my guilty ears,
salt stained mouths whisper
softly, eager to go home.
Tag Archives: memory
Daguerreotypes
What happened to these eyes of long ago?
…full moons shining from faces of antiquity…
They search me for answers.
I do the same.
A glimpse of truth from the forgotten…
….a barefoot boy with a tear stained face
….a blind crone with elephant skin
….a somber New Orleans prostitute
….a stern broom beard
Who were they?
hopers?
dreamers and schemers?
I am the same – no different. searching and hungering….
….living a life
I know your dreams
….you are not forgotten
