Deliberateafter Lorenzo Thomas
In the basement of Double Happiness We sit on our secrets. The man nearby doesn't nod, But opens his marked and watery eyes wider. I take it as hello and it is. His eyes are older than he is And he is not so young. It's how he looks when he looks, And looks good too. Sharp and serious, one of the older guys You say hello to, but never know, And yet know all the same. Smoke in the spotlight, he isn't from Philadelphia. "A good place to be from," he says, a plume In its progress from one end of the darkened room to the other. So he sits; then he's up, then he's stands Like our fifty states and minds. And then we're here, and he says But here's The truth:
Thomas Devaney |