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Love & Time Resurrected
By Rudolph Lewis
The lessons we
grasp in midnight
silence clear
away fallen leaves—
my head has grown thin
and gray
with learning. My leg bones
are brittle
with despair. The clock of
youth cannot
be wound back and
reset. That vigor
can be relived only in question-mark
dreams.
Back then my troubled
heart waited
like a prisoner in
orange on death row
for him to come
for me bibbed in
ancient overalls and
that farm-useful
pickup truck—twenty miles
from home
still sweaty from basketball
practice. I've
become tedious as my father,
old in his ways.
His quaint
manners and dress caused me
never to ask him
again. I walked ten
miles from
Stony Creek down 301
against
northern car lights by
sharecropper fields,
the road
winding by
Grandma Mary’s shack,
starry holes in
the purple night sky.
My feet were blistering in the dark
woods as I passed by Sansee Swamp.
The heart aches
as we tread on tender
feet. I am so near
Jerusalem slowing my pace
as i turn into the yard
my back to the graveyard.
They felt sorry and
amazed by my night journey.
His dust in spirit mirrors
haunt my dreams.posted 21 March 2004 |