Wednesday, June 16, 2010

echoes





i was born
around here

there were none
of these brick

buildings then
these antique

shops and wine
and cheese shops

old sam had
his news stand

right over
there he sold

the racing
form i'd come

every
day and say

have you got
the racing




form sam and
he'd say of

course i have
the racing

form, what else
would i have -

there was a
place over

there, where that
greeting card

shop is, sold
hamburgers

and hot dogs
it didn't

have a name
so we called

it the place
with no name




4 comments:

Harlequin said...

such a nice, quirky meditation on form and function, function and classification, and so much that slips between.... fine work, as usual.

kathleenmaher said...

simply beautiful: my favorite poems are often one person revealing what's lost except in recollection. Memorable graphics as always.

TC said...

Jeez, Timmy, if it weren't for my broken punctum lacrimae, I'd say this was causing tears to come to my eyes.

(Any old excuse will do, to conceal that fact that

poems

do

actually

still

provoke

emotions...)

timmy said...

tom,
thank you very much. it's always a pleasure
to hear from you. hope you are well these (holi)days.