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 Posted: Wed Jan 16th, 2013 01:52 am
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timmy,

Your poems touch me all the time. And instructor once said in one of my classes, "Poetry should remind us of what it is to be human." You always do that.

I gave you the highest compliment: I forwarded this to my wife at work and said "This is written by my friend, timmy, whom I had lunch with him and his son at The Celtic Knot."

She will get it tomorrow upon arrival.

Thank you so much.

Best,

IMR

Great stuff:

I hate to point out specifics, because to do so would diminish the whole. It is all one but...I'll try:

frying bacon, vanilla, French toast
with maple syrup smothered in butter,
just the way father liked it when
he turned fifty five, the way mother
made it when she turned fifty five


WOW!

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I tell them I now eat
herring and kipper snacks
from a tin; how I wait for the mail,
the paper, anything with prints;

I also tell them I walk quickly
from upstairs mirror to down
stairs mirror, order Happy Meals
from the drive-up window,

all the while pretending my children

are still young and snotty



I recall strange things: bell bottom
pants hanging over my honeymoon
headboard or sitting at my mother’s
funeral watching a flower wilt

and drop onto an air vent,
spraying red petals over my shoes 

or being with Dana under the school
bleachers at a football game, my head

between her exquisite breasts beneath

her soft white hooded sweatshirt

or my father’s English Leather,
the smell of his Pall Mall cigarettes,

the burning leaves of October in our back

yard behind the Beach Road house,

frying bacon, vanilla, French toast
with maple syrup smothered in butter,
just the way father liked it when
he turned fifty five, the way mother
made it when she turned fifty five


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