Monday, October 31, 2016

This Is The Way It Was

In Paris, nineteen fourteen, sipping
aperitif at a cafe on a lazy afternoon
as the Krupps mobilize their monster

In Hiroshima, during a tea ceremony,
contemplating the ephemeral nature
of life seconds before a star bursts
outside the tea house, and 
contemplation becomes reality.

In Tepoztlan, election two weeks away,
great coffee, nice lunch, now, writing...
the power went out, but, that happens.
The townspeople will go to the cemetery
tonight, feast and drink with their dead;
the dead will come back this night to 
visit... at least, the drunk ones will claim
they were there. The dirt roads and paths 
in this town remind me of when I was 
three in Chicago.  



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