Dark Poetry #4 |
breakfast of champions |
JenniferMaxwell
since 2006-09-14
Posts 2423 |
he loved vonnegut, and john steinbeck read all the russians in translation just because now he could and kept me going when ulysses became the albatross of my existence lugged dog-eared along with his through blinding months of struggle he never laughed when I asked him for a small baggie of his dunhill 965 just to sniff on over-nighters when I missed him most of all we walked the beach, two survivors arm in arm against the winter of our histories bonded by a common need to see beyond yesterday's horizon we listened to his favorite, faure’s pavane, in the car on rainy days, munched two for one breakfast sandwiches, sipped hot coffee from his thermos, watched the sunrise from the cove, and our season come and go in the mist beyond the lighthouse where seabirds soar on thermals |
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