Monday, July 19, 2010

forgotten souls




the old man was reading
Alistair Urquhart’s hard cover
Forgotten Highlander
but did he sit in front of me

in the mall lounge for same reason
as my own sense of lost-ness
with that loss of love
that i will never know

only for a short time
he read and soon he is tired
shutting his book
but he opens it again

with his mouth always open
wearing two different shoes
white on one leg
but brown on the other

reminding me of my brown spouse
walking with her white lover
and if they were to sit on a couch
but not in front of me, confirming

all is not well revealed, but one
not laced to accommodate the swelling
revealing all is not well and his walker
beside confirms the un-even ground

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