Wednesday, September 5, 2012

-relative measurement-
all my young life
he did what he did.
she did what she did.
all my young life.
all my young life
I see them doing
I see them adjusting
driving up and wiping down
exchanging barbs
exchanging smiles
enhancing the daytime racket
enhancing the evening’s dynamic
all my young life.
all my young life
the music
is moved from room to room—
I hear her humming
in day-dress and apron
wiping the oilcloths
wiping her brow with the back of her hand.
I see him enter,
tie and fedora
trenchcoat and ledger
car keys and weariness
all my young life.
all my young life
at the pots of boiling water
where spaghetti
is broken with a powerful snap,—
pot after pot from the flaming stove
and the tub is filled;
once washed and the tub is drained
and filled again.
not all of my life,— but
all my young life.
not all of their lives,— but
all their young lives.
                            quequechan







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