Recite: "I have, of late..."
He makes the name
resonate: "Shakspere"
Picture: a paper thin crown held up
glitter sticky
Hands become claws
He's a monster
"That's right"
From room to room
thieving papers his bliss
for under the bed
comical unmanageable
Chucks my chin
The old roué and the chorus girl
His slow way
slow
corroding
slow memory
Best that such memories be slow, so as to last, and keep the living image of the gone one green, yet awhile longer... even as the approach of winter can be felt, at the door.
ReplyDeleteTo my mind, there's a moral imperative here; keeping the living image. Mostly, I watch the slowness in others and have yet to take the lesson inside.
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