If Only it Were So
by Tim G. Young
In the moment
I crinkle the aluminum foil,
The sandwich now a deeper
Part of me
I'd glance out the windows
But it is now dark outside
All the details put away
Sounds ring in my ears
But there is no definition
There is only the ring
A careful calibration
Of diminishing decibels
All headed into the same corral
Spotting the insignificant
White head on my short glass of beer
Reinvents my memories
Of mom and dad at the table
So I share their loss
My throat swallows minute crumbs
Of decades lost in rivers of
Time drenched echoes
As I feel moments fade
And drift into my crowded plate
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Author's Note
John Ashbery
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An Edward Hopper painting come to life.
Affecting and effective.
Thank you so much, Mathew and Gary.
Melancholy last stanza.
Thank you Erika.
"My throat swallows minute crumbs
Of decades lost in rivers of
Time-drenched echoes"
Beautifully sad.
"My throat swallows minute crumbs
Of decades lost in rivers of
Time..."
Deep and lovely.
Thanks so much Bill and Darryl.