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THE BOYS FROM BACK HOME 

It's kind of nice remembering 
all those great old Italian restaurants 
breweries we drank at, clubs where we bowled 
reservoirs we all camped out at   

The accent is unmistakable 
upstate New York, Macintoshers 
race horse Saratogians, concert goers too 
not to mention the Springs there

Just something special 
the old hang outs we shared back then 
funny we should all meet now 
long since, for the first time   

Oh there are places we know in common 
names, faces and people too 
just a kind of feeling I guess 
good old times we've all been through.  

INNOCENCE

Innocence sleeps quietly

by the breast of his mother, beauty

heartwarmingly rocked, gently

with so much love and care.

Rock

Rocking

Rocked dreamily...

My thoughts wandered, could he ever become

the complainer, the fussy one,

the one who would refuse to partake

except maybe grudgingly, like others here?

Rock

Rocking

Earthquake...

Could he become the abuser

the one who drinks and drives

or beats his wife senseless, like others who’d been here. NO!

Sweetness could never grow into that.

Rock

Rocking

Tremor...

Nightmares could never wake him

into a life so cold, so hard

as rocky cliffs driven over fast

by cars whose drivers "bought it," after they’d been here.

Rock

Rocking

Gently...

The sea engulfs the tears

never to be shown through smiles

saved only for the youngest of babes

so tiny the hands, weaving stories, dreams.

Float

Floating

held by angel's feathers, wings...

Baby is safe and sound

carried to his own life by such a healthy head of hair

the strength of a nation in that, just like his dad’s.

Rock

Rocking

Rock~a~bye baby

to the land of rhymes and song

where one day music will be yours

without any whine, nor clatter

just pure happy harmony.

To: LLilianna and Brandon [and Papa Filipe y Abuelita].

PILES OF PILLOWS

She wants 'em all, mountains of 'em
rolling tootsies and candy wrappered
gum drop shaped ones, soft, sensual, sexy
one for each part of the body, just to rest upon.

She wants 'em all over, in the chairs
under and on top of one another, fringy
silky, satiny, woven, colors more than the rainbow
on the floor even, but don't you step on one!

She wants 'em all for you and for herself
to bounce upon like little children, free and happy
to toss, feathers flying up and all over the place
um... maybe not, unless you clean it all up!

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