Period Piece

bubbles over the balcony

onto the squealing boy

looking out into the stormy

weather, 

whether you like it or not

I wonder if any poems 

were written at Auschwitz

there’s a cafe in my mind

where I’m drinking expresso 

flower girls fresh day also

before the conquerors came 

it was Paris or Odessa

it was right here now

it feels as if I am there here

a different view of forever

does anyone contemplate anymore

the way we did as kids under oak trees

looking into night sky space

wondering what had happened