5/27/10
12:46 pm
Bay Ridge
A Going away
On a dark grey afternoon,
Underneath the dismal skies
I stood there waiting.
And the echoes of weeping implied a going away.
A bad taste in my mouth of an inevitable departure.
Whimpering unutterably.
Its frankness appalling, insulting my wits.
As they lowered you to the ground
With you, my childhood, I bury.
A jovial nostalgia of sentimental trinkets.
The blanket I dandle.
A bed time story declaimed.
Commemorating the cuts and bruises of a joyful childhood.
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