Blue Sunday
Counting
cracks in that old house
Like some lost penny, meant to roam
Being us scares you & forces tears
A reindeer without Santa’s sled
Faded
Levis
not quite tattered
Looking at the face in the glass
A question too late to ask – shattered –
Shards of terracotta pots in the back yard
We unearth them together – always together –
We also find plastic toy soldiers from dirt wars
Some memories are meant to last, and w/ pleasure.
We usually don’t need a camera to write our past
Zoom in now – I ain’t meant to last –
We’re going on the run
And you’re the one I want to come
The one I love
Blue Sunday wine – Jack London vintage,
Sonoma
,
CA
John
A. Conte` JR
Winter/Spring 2003
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