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a boy-man grows

by Charlie Morgan

a boy-man unfolded in front of me;
hangy-down pants hitched higher,
eyes that chased an idea til caught,

an Archimedes moment, lasted 4 weeks.

a veiled child; his haunt was Adonis
features; innocence his fire-iron brand;
slowly the hood fell from his shoulders,

metamorphosis, more than a Franz Kafka novel.

he is no enigma, just a growing boy who
could be the next Langston Hughes, Ali,
or a common man with a wife and two kids.

bringing civility back to civilization.


Posted on 08/04/2009
Copyright © 2024 Charlie Morgan

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/08/09 at 04:49 AM

Ah, the vision of a wise grandpa is what I see here - not too old a gypsy to fortunetell this boy - so fortune-ate to have such a one in his life. Delightful, Chaz.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/07/14 at 03:25 PM

Always a pleasure to read Charlie. I wonder how little Kai is doing. It felt like he was as much of us as Charlie.

Posted by A. Paige White on 07/08/14 at 03:32 AM

I miss you, Chaz. Enjoyed your snapshot. lLike Kristina said, Kai was the light o your eyes and Logan was mine. We always had that bond. I miss you!

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