Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Doc

Holding court in his corner,
Exchanging pleasantries with many,
Courtesies with some,
Generous with a few;
Finely cut features and thinning gray
Top a threadbare well-cut coat
And ever-present tie,
Speak of generations gone, a genteel time,
Of a gracious life
Nearing sunset.
Powerful antique presence
With a laptop (it could never be a Mac),
And a medical book to the fore,
He sleeps now slumped,
And maybe dreams
Of gaier days.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Pairing Off

Again in conversations
Speaking of fear
Of throwing off reserve
The voice is nearer
But no clearer
Than first love
Than boy's imaginations
For every news
Means pairing off
In twos and twos
Another I
Another you