#9. Feeling The Need

September 4, 2009

Feeling the need
To finish up.

Safer than running
From the smoke.

I saw myself
On the 6 train
Near canal
Only thirty years gone
Since then.

The memory of my father
Bending
Returns to me
As I relax
In the palace
Of weariness.

For a heart to murmur
Heeding the Crown.

He’s dancing in the ocean with donuts on his head.
Playing a triangle

Machines gasping meat
Grasping the hudson ferris
Wheel
Turning into returning.
Living at altitude
Subterranean Traveling
Hearing my young voice.
My old voice translates.

The years are fast and
I am moving towards dust
The perfect bride
Entering my house
After the long week
Now gone candle soft
Burning down
To rest
Finally
No prayer needed
Just prayer
Answered.

One Response to “#9. Feeling The Need”

  1. Evelyn said

    “Hearing my young voice.
    My old voice translates.”
    This is very wistful yet accepting.

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