Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Dennis Barone

From the Air

Someone says it is but
you think it is not and
that it must be somewhere
else, somewhere to the north
or to the south; yes,
to the south, not the actual

center. Some say the new
but I don't see it. I still
see it the way it was before
this. And I say a few words
then, often as not about the trees
and how we take care to water

them. Who will listen? I say,
picture a cab moving up the street.
I will look -- if today will be my last
day, if today must be my last -- I will
see something: a bird on a branch or
a clock -- the cars, the planes

and a bridge.

© Dennis Barone


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